What is this force that I called upon? A glowing crimson entity, Of mephistophelian quality Is this my gateway to finally live at ease And let my pathetic feelings forever rest in peace Quiet young lovelorn, I might have the cure The answer you're craving for sure Gently I'll put your sore heart in standby And claim your soul when you die Is this my only solution A covenant with forces of evil Am I not obliged to endure the pain? But I revisited this path again and again And it entails nothing but grief in the end So no longer do I deserve the suffer Well dear friend, what can you offer? Quiet young lovelorn, I might have the cure The answer you're craving for sure Gently I'll put your sore heart in standby And claim your soul when you die I'm infested by affection By affection for a non-deserver I will learn the art of apathy And employ it on her Tell me young lovelorn, how do you decide? So obvious no use to hide Gently I'll put your sore heart in standby And claim your soul when you die