Tongues Of Poison (The Angus Tragedy)

intrigued... 
how could this be 
such a residual process 
fountains of hope fraught with despair 
look away, children 
look away 
his beauty hidden deep in fraud 
plagued 
plagued by mockery 
affluent in nothing 
how I long to be complete 
with you I am 
I am you 
released 
my will has been put to death 
I am nowhere 
I am nowhere but everywhere 
casually remind me pointless instruction 
look away, children 
look away 
I will look nevermore 
I see...