Trailing on next to sick

Only broken magic sticks

Evil pins never snare

Figured out how to get nowhere

Flying lead-filled flapping gills

Phantom God in frozen time

Comfort crawls into flight

Wait for men grown, thunder dying

Free toes roost on dancing wire

Puzzling out a selfish high

Commandment of meadow mouse

Kiss the ground, lift up the house

Wrapped in blankets of the mother’s skin

Perpetuate a freedom

But there’s nowhere to begin

Bind one sky, ground to soil

No one could care how your blood is boiling

Grab a rubber needle, try to stick someone

Needle is inverted to a rotten heart

Simple, plain and simple

Stars for eyes

He’s eager and overripe

His tongue gets tied

Weakened by a mighty blow

Scars, four eyes

A limping "fell to stupid man"

Whose tongue is tied