From the heart of leisure
I exclaim with fury
With hollow dismay
Unfulfilled and barren

From the lowly flicker
I grew with hunger
Into the monstrous inferno
Bereft of all reason

My lonely motive
Is to cleave and burn
To mindlessly revel
At desolation’s loom

Luxury
Has become my dismay
A spell I must shatter
In the proud swell of flight

Yet I know nothing
Of what truly awaits
Beyond the broad roads
That lend my escape

I fear immensely
In my tireless quake
Shroud in reluctance
Immersed in second-thought