The Thirst by Vonnegut Lyrics

Son of crooked wisdom, doomed to trod the night
For the morning that never returned
Longing for salvation, reaching out for help
Cast into the maze of a sinister design
There’s no escaping it
There’s no refusing it
There’s no resisting it
You will forever feel
Thirst, driven by the thirst
And you don’t know the reason
Stalk, eyes dimmed with hunger
Crawl through the coldness of night
Run, you’re the ultimate hunter
Charge, what you do must feel right
Deep down an engine of malice
In the veins a fuel of hate
You’re the eyes of a cruel creator
You’re the hands of a hideous mind
Every step brings closer to downfall
Thirst will brand up your name
"That’s the curse, isn’t it? When you’re not good at what you love, and good at something you would hate