the scene is dim a violin is weeping on the street corner passers by float arm and arm through the night in my cold seabed room without warmth of arms or fire i fell asleep and a strange metal flower cut me i woke up crying i have nothing left for bleeding and now from my chest a tarnished blossom blooms cut it off my skin is screaming dig it out it's cold as knives
the scene outside is now deep and black the violin shrieks wild and burning its death rattle runs on fire down my spine and this metal flower odourless as winter it's cold and bitter and now there's blood on my fingers tell me what have i ever done to you?
now you've wound your chain around my neck i feel your hands in mine your breath on my lips you've burnt your circle black into my chest you've branded me sleeping you've sown my blood with your metal roses