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)