Seven days before sundown

Have this pain and have it die
But who defines truth and lie
Always incomplete, forever ashamed
I want release from this name

The living steal aces from the dead
To gamble life they never even had
Ameles potamos mirrors my despair
White violins play the devil's snare

I am a square in a round round world
Trade me your spices I'll give you soil
I've got a sore throat from eating stone
I beg of you to leave me alone

Hades has me first in line
Have this pain and have it die

No fool lives with squirrels and spoons
Defy the pain that comes too soon
Lost battles never accept defeat
Reject the King and take his seat.