Oily glow melts your skin, charred within
Look below, in the snow, to get a clear idea
See somewhere you're going, walking towards nowhere
Sinking in quicksand, sleeping in the wind
Catch the last rays of dawn that turn its
Face from the human race, seeking a space of
Solitude that lurks in cranberry shells, double hells
Mixed and fixed to suit its own surroundings
Even-gazed and purple-hazed, fighting for breath
Of the dream that lasts in the pasts of
Righteous and future kings who stop to
Pray to Celtic gods above, out of love
A silly sense of ceremony, hence to bury me
Into a deep dark place where the larks fly,
Where the larks shy and slink away
Gathering their strength for another day
Someone's watching over you, shrieking and creaking
Leaking a labor of twisting pythons underwater
Speaking in strange tongues, lifting their hands to a shallow moon
For soon the Age of Innocence is come to
Be the undoing of us all, a call to open graves
Wild in the sea, child in the sea, that thrashes
And lashes with the strength of a thousand stars
That guards the faith of the future, wraith
Though it may be, though it may seean ivory challenge
Built up from straw and clay, fresh-mown hay of life
Sensing strife between what we call mankind ('tis truly,
History books give dirty looks) is that which feeds
Is that which needs, to give an aura of I'm right,
No spite felt in my heart, arrow dart, such an art
To be aware, take care of the day that breaks and
Shatters towards the wind, all Mad Hatters within
the end