To feed, or not to feed--
That is the question
Whether 'tis nobler for humanity to suffer
The claws and fangs of their grand misfortune
Or to take on the human within
Against a universe of troubles
And by assimilation end them
They die, we sleep forever more
And by a sleep to say we end
The hunger, and the thousand natural sins
That our flesh is heir to.
Tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished.
They die, we sleep
To watch him sleep, per chance he dreams
She is for him, that's the rub
For in her death, dreams will come
When we as monsters decide to leave this plane
We take with us our inner hunger and our buried humanity
Yes, she is for him
Sent by his dark angel on the spire above
To feed or not to feed,
I answered the question...
- Arielle
That is the question
Whether 'tis nobler for humanity to suffer
The claws and fangs of their grand misfortune
Or to take on the human within
Against a universe of troubles
And by assimilation end them
They die, we sleep forever more
And by a sleep to say we end
The hunger, and the thousand natural sins
That our flesh is heir to.
Tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished.
They die, we sleep
To watch him sleep, per chance he dreams
She is for him, that's the rub
For in her death, dreams will come
When we as monsters decide to leave this plane
We take with us our inner hunger and our buried humanity
Yes, she is for him
Sent by his dark angel on the spire above
To feed or not to feed,
I answered the question...
- Arielle