Your body is pale
Your door is shut
Your mind is closed,
Your eyes somewhat.
I'll paint you like frames
I'll leave you like dust
I'll open your eyes
I'll close your life shut
Your voice is insane
Your liquor like wine
Your reason is absent
Your dignity mine
I'll show you the sunshine
I'll leave you in gray
I'll give you a gift
Then I'll take it away

Your words are a gale
A lunatic wind
Your substance grave opens
A Gordian unspins
We're off to the races
And here comes the grin
With yesterday's story
The torrent begins
I'm lingering on
With an eye toward the end
You're singing a song I've survived, without, consent
A cymbal or gong resounding unsuppressed