All innocence is lost today

So rise the sun to this wretched way

What a circus savior

Clowns for his thoughts

Fool

Defeated by an army of confused and desperate wanderers

They point their blindness towards him and laugh

Seclusion he seems to say

Surely he cannot stay

How could he possibly play?

The temptation of the virgin awaits

The desire is so great wanting him to

perpetuate this seemingly endless fate

It's all so cliché

Time to end this dreaded day