Lyrics

More discontents I never had Since I was born than now I must not trust here to any Bereaved, deceived by so many As one undone by my losses Ache in human mind is cleaving Here we are now but late we're hurled By dreams each one into a separate world Betrayed, deceived No places are (this I am sure) secure In this our wasting war, I'm mad And he whom we see dejected Next day we see evicted It's easy to invent a life It's easy to efface a death