Will there ever be some god'damn' cake ?

I thought...

I felt my soul was cured of thee

No traces left within the heart of me

Yet I was wrong...and wrong I be

Still cannot shake the thought of thee...

Damned I be, yet I still see

Thy face engraved...no, burnt in me...

A wound that just won't heal

Upon my heart thine eyes a seal

I delve upon the past, a glance I steal

Sorrow supreme, supreme ordeal

Know not I do, were thou for real ?

If thou not be, why do I see ?

If thou not be, what burns in me ?

If thou not be, just set me free...

Erase thyself, unchain my memory...

The past rules over me, cruel deity

Demands...enforces loialty

The present stolen all its gaiety...

A constant ake, for divine sake,

How much of this do I must take ?

Will ever have some god'damn' cake ?

Heaven is hell, and hell is fake.

My mind created thee,

Now I do clearly see,

Yet I know not what "now" might be

For I fear time passed over me.