we are the lesser instead of venting our hatred it snowballs and festers i wish i was dreaming but you can always see him so we just laugh off the inexplicable thoughts that were created by our demon we are the blame for all this pressure there s so much pressure we are the lesser the smallest of things are the largest of stresses i did not choose to come here and if i had the choice i d finally be at rest hail my head full of waste the lords forsaken me hail my head full of waste the lords forsaken me we have a common demon so rotten to the taste his stench brings a skull full of grief give us this day our daily dread and forgive our existence so many times forsaken so many times he s strayed we have a common demon and it s kept our gods away1