My servant, my master
My leash, my leash and my pet
Madam Melancholy
Set down, set down on my bed

She gave me a glass of dark bile
Her face shone with a tragic smile

I learnt to live with you
My beauty in blue
So subtly and keenly
I'm feeling

She gave me a glass of dark bile
Her face shone with a tragic smile
She fed me a piece of a pie
As black as the glass of dark bile

There is nothing wrong
It's the temperament I own
The lifestyle of anguish
Is a true phenomenon

In the school of moods
I've mastered sadness
I've examined the world
Through the lens of self-reflection

Where is my soul? It's outside
It's around me and I must claim it
I'm so glad, glad as I can be
That's not madness, I bathe in anxiety

My servant, my master
My leash, my leash and my pet
Madam Melancholy
Set down, set down on my bed

She gave me a glass of dark bile
Dark bile