[Verse 1]

A wanton relief

Turn slowly and see

A textured release of

Toil glacee

Strings unadorned like

Fantasy coil

[Chorus 1]

Sharp singèd plains

Wellbehaved trieste

Shape to it now

Begin to fall ill

[Verse 2]

Gall groistlings to

Plant in

Novocaine beds

In overcame beds

[Chorus 2]

Reest now and fall

Fortune bound

To be quelled contort

Them like feasts

Do to entrails

Retwined

Trails retwined