Wasted life turns into misery unending,
Loneliness is my eternal stock in trade,
Waiting for damnation to come upon me,
The rope, the bullet, or the burning blade.

So... (change from 'doom' music into something entirely Different!)

I've moved myself, to Bandini Mountain,
High above your world, where there's no AIR,
The fumes and smoke, of Bandini Mountain,
Set minds aflame and ruin everyone's hair.

(Another change, this to a nightmarish tone *worse* than the introduction.)

Disturbing thoughts revoke all of the crimes,
No one shall be blamed for them save me.
Indeed, fed fat with horrible breathtaking lies,
Laying dead in the street, the multitude shouts glee.

So... (return to the second portion of music, only it takes on the tone of the worst
nightmare of all, as now... Now, the truth has come out: "the majority is ALWAYS right.
and those otherwise, always WRONG!" (regardless of the reasons why, also))

I'm laying High on Bandini Mountain,
High above the world where there's no air,
The fumes and smoke of Bandini Mountain,
Proclaim evils like me shall not be spared.
Evils like me shall not be spared.
Evils... Like me... Shall not be... Spared.