Waterfalls cloak my eyes Dripping from the ceiling like The soundtrack of torture
The walls are still, but the room is moving The skin has closed But my bones are broken My life's gone cold But my mind is brooding My blood is flowing through Wounds unopened
Deep down my spirit cries Looking out the window at the sunset orchard
The carousel moves my dancing blade My rotten juices, they're all diseased The carousel burns my [fill] still My eyes can't see, but my skin can feel
The walls are still, but the room is moving The skin has closed But my bones are broken My life's gone cold But my mind is brooding My blood is flowing through Wounds unopened