We walk in circles, round
and round...

Ragging fires,
Chorus sing...

Carvings in flesh
let loose the river...

They say I'm going crazy;
They say I'm a nut...

I split the wrist who feeds me.
Feeding on delicate liquid...

She watches,
as though not through her eyes...

Triffle not upon the past,
Some ties gone wrong are little...

And I hate myself for smiling each time I see your...
And I hate you, simply because I'm not supposed to...