I\'ve been skipping in a circle
A finger in each ear
A thousand blindfolds layered
I shan\'t be served arrears
Instead I\'ll writhe in embers red
\'Til all the world is dust
Go hoarse with moaning agony
Turn each my bones to rust
Years pass each more quietly
No will left to pretend
No will to pray it\'s over soon
For dream to reach its end
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I\'ve been awoken desperate
Pull digits from my head
Just for them to be replaced
By another\'s instead
I rip the darkness \'bout my eyes
But no progress is found
The fabrics tied in clever knots
My hands could not have wound
What a divine cruelty
To find that all and each
Are locked in causal matrices
With naught but death to teach.