A simple thing
A silver guilders link went on to make
Before they start to change they hold the weight of a sworn vow
To never let down, to never separate

The stories say:

No heart in thy words
No faith to be nurtured
These fools are of sorrow
The faces are nature
Creating a cancer in soothing what once loved the life
Loved the life, loved the life

A simple taste
It doesn't mean the thing they mean to say
Another drink or two then I'm in pain of a torn vow
To never let down, to never separate

No heart in thy words
No faith to be nurtured
These fools are of sorrow
The faces are nature
Creating a cancer assuming what once loved the life
Loved the life, loved the life

Surrendering, ruined ends

The stories say:
No heart in the words
No faith to be nurtured
These fools are in sorrow
The faces are

No heart in thy words
No faith to be nurtured
These fools are of sorrow
The faces are nature
Creating a cancer consuming what once loved the life
Loved the life, loved the life, loved the life, loved the life