Angels might start a fire
And burn all the pure
Science might find poison
And call it cure
Why creeping trust is ruling
All meaning is terminated after bane
Stars were all I desired
With all its thorn
Hunger was my ally
Since I was born
Why creeping trust is ruling
All meaning is terminated after bane
Bane, it's tempting me to sin
Bane, under my skin
Bane, it's tempting me to sin