Voices - The Ultimate Narcissist lyrics

There is a sorry for his suffering It grips him follows him Through the streets of London For without her He is without god You have to understand I'm jealous of everything that moves With obsession he takes her hand There is a sorrow to his suffering Through the streets of London Detached from the ban*lity of men Who dwell in lesser ideals Evoking s sense of her Forming a diary of hate You have to understand I'm jealous of everything that moves With desire Encapsulates her She deceived as much as she loved But with just her step He forgives He wanted her for a lifetime Left only with his hatred No longer does He suffer Residing deep within her Yet when parted reduced to a nihilist With obsession He takes her hand With desire Encapsulates her