The sultry ringing
Little children singing...

Seeking your way
From this lonely lit path...

He Was An Artist
While at first he was sweet and charming...

There is no hope
Left in me...

Every week I go to see a puppeteer at his show
His puppets, you see...

Fire in your eyes
Quiet whisper in my ear...

Jungle's juice, Humility:
He stands there...

The darkness coming
Seeping within...

Quietly she sat
Crying all alone...

You monster
You fool...

Blurring images
Flying by...

Dawn breaks to the digital sound
which has come to replace the familiar cock's crow...