There is none righteous, All have turned aside. Sorrow - Fill the lives of falseness and Lies. Not hunger or thirst, diseases or wars. Nothing is enough for dying mankind. There is no horror, Which man is not capable. Misery - and failure, Is it what man is made of? I step aside to listen, the cry of This world. Pain comes in many forms, Enhanced in hands of men. Constant - amount of pain driving Us insane. I have less so you get more. Constant are the cries. You have Less so I get more. Constant are The cries. Constant - amount of Pain driving me insane. I have less So you get more. Constant are the cries. You have less so I get more. Constant are the cries. Have A feast at Vanity Fair. I have less so you Get more. Constant are the Cries. Have a feast at Vanity Fair. You have less so I get more. Constant are the cries.