She's searching, clutching, torn up silk sheets
the Other, she's screaming, for all their defeat
and He, the hopeful, lost beyond hope
and Glass is just scratching at the surface of his soul

no one -as always- though in bed She'd been loved
and the Other,so cynical, can't make it rain from above
and He, eternal, was killed and was buried
and Glass cant find his God anywhere

She, She's lonley, and so full of guilt
the Other, exasperated, yells like a kid
Poet, so perfect, is silent and still
and then, pure Glass-boy, imagines God's will

and the First One, She's crying-she would do anything
the Other, so hyper, defending their dreams
and the One, the Saviour- dissapears in the doom
and Glass always praying,though not sure to whom

So faithless, She realizes, She'll always be used
and the Other, she gives in, she slits up her wrists
and Him, Flawless, He gives up all hope
and knowledge,finally, broke Glass' soul

eternal, this cycle- forever alone
her only true company these Hopeless Lost Four-
the Saint, the Prince,the Dreamer, and the Whore.

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