Silas Spade

My name is Silas Spade
 By strength of a sombre vision
 In those deepest vaults of being
 I felt mankind's awful fate
 My brother, fill this empty whiskey glass
 And I shall tell of the individual's disease
 My name is Silas Spade
 I saw an oak tree with human eyes
 Uprooted being on a deceptive road
 Perceived freedom but sickness inside
 Brother, fill this whiskey glass again
 And I shall tell of the individual's disease
 O estrangement, you great misfortune
 In a wasteland I opened a shallow grave
 And benevolence was buried there
 My name is Silas Spade
 I planted the oak into its soil again
 Where dead leaves were falling from
 Its boughs full of stench and creatures
 Brother, a new bottle of whiskey please
 And I shall tell of the individual's disease
 O estrangement, you great misfortune
 In a wasteland I opened a shallow grave
 And benevolence was buried there