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