Conscience has me easily disturbed
the moving things around me makes me weep
Why can`t they stop so I can see them properly?
It makes me wonder if I`m slightly in daze
My hands are thrown into a great fire
My inner ear is singing
singing like a huge church choir
Decomposition of my eyes won`t help my vision
this isn`t quite as funny anymore
Corpsepaint isn`t really necessary
I haven`t got a pulse anyway
