In A Cold Sweat Of My Distress

Need To Catch My Breath, In This Odd Mess

Can't Abscond From My Own Prison

Like Bashed On The Head, To Death...



A Crying Shame, No Vigour For Rancor

Can't Pin The Blame On My Lord With Anger

Dash My Thoughts Against The Wall

And Take My Eyes Off A Glare



Oh, I Can't Camouflange The

Muck On My Reflection



Affection's What I've Pleased

At The Seventh Dawn

Those Flaws Revealed

A Frown Again Flitted Across My Face

I Could't Get Out Of This Haze



Reflections Of Mind, So Deep

At The Seventh Dawn

I Can't Proceed

Oh, Lord I'm On My Knees

Don't Fail In My Need!



Mister Felt He Bore A Charmed Life

Couldn't Hold His Horse At Night Time

Asked For Damset To Be His Nightwife

Would You Fly Me To The Skies?



His Charred Mind, Of That Distress

Had Been Blind With His Mistress

Dashed His Thoughts Against The Wall

The Gleam In His Eyes Had Died

No Sloven Can Camouflange The Muck On His Reflection