Spehro said:
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
Bob Dylan, 1965
"You just stood there screaming,
fearing no-one was listening to you
they say the empty can rattles the most
the sound of your own voice must soothe you
hearing only what you want to hear
and knowing only what you've heard
you - you're smothered in tradegy
and you're off to save the world...
Misery, you insist that the weight of the world
should be on your shoulders!
Misery - there's much more to life than what you see
my friend of misery...
You still stood there screaming?!
no-one caring about these words you tell
my friend before your voice is gone...
one man's fun is another's hell
these times are sent to try man's souls
but something's wrong with all you see
you - you'll take it on all yourself
remember - misery loves company..."
"My Friend of Misery", Metallica, 1991