Down where this ugly man Seeks his sustenance Down in the blue, midnight flare A glass hand cuts through the water Scything into his twisted roots Then from his eyes Spring fireflies Breathing life Into a roaring disguise
Needles and sins, sins and needles He's gasping for air In the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes to gashes Hand around the killing jar
A soft hoodwink of shadow The size of make-believe Punches through his spike of rage A glass hand cuts through the water Snuffing out the magic fury
Then from inside Bolt lightning cries Swiftly crushed The final, muffled sighs
Needles and sins, sins and needles He's gasping for air In the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes to gashes Hand around the killing jar
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