Ophelia Cordelia Desdemona And Kate
My sweetness and Beatrice So precious your pain

I sing for your lovers Your heavenly fathers to be
Your possible futures Your obvious endings defeat me

Alma Badoura Dorothea And Jade
Belphoebe is just like me Such perfect disdain

I sing for the daughters The heavenly mothers to be
Insanity's wanderings Ritual fatherings greet me

So carry me (there's no one to) Comfort me (there's no one to)
Care for me (there's no one to) Capture me

Ophelia (I dream of the daughters to be) Cordelia (the ritual fatherings)
Desdemona (the heavenly mothers to be) And Kate (insanity's wanderings)
Alma (the sons and the lovers to be) Badoura (the infidel creatures like me)
Dorothea (the virginal martyrs to be) And Jade (the doting fathers)

I sing for the passive The heavenly loyals to be
The unrewarded loves Obvious endings defeat me

While I'm asleep I can open my eyes What my lucid heart speaks Conscious caution denies
Here betwixt and between Lies Iago's demise As I sing for my creatures Their infidel features

Ophelia (I dream of the fathers to be) Cordelia (the heavenly loyals like me)
Desdemona (insanit''s wanderings) And Kate (suicide's followers)
My sweetness (the virginal martyrs to be) And Beatrice (the doting lovers for she)
So precious (the unrewarded like me) Your pain (the infidel creatures)
Alma (the worshipful followers) Badoura (the doting mothers to be)
Dorothea (the constant martyrs) And Jade (the unaging fathers)
Belphoebe (the unloving characters) Is just like me (insanity's wanderings)
Such perfect (the heavenly daughters to be) Disdain (the obvious endings)