Strung up by the wires just to make a liar's pact
Divination dire for a gun-for-hire hack
Bleeding from the briars, taken under by her act
Fire at the garden and the garden fires back
Are you still breathing, can you still see?
Tearing up flowers, cutting down trees
Choking on vines and biting down leaves
Living off lies and dying off dreams
Tricky pick of thorns, getting cut up by the prick of it
Stick it to the thicket, go and get into the thick of it
Listen to this bicker fit, get a little sick of it
Have it bound in wicker in a written-in indicavit
Are you still here or have you gone back?
Dragging your feet, stop dead in your tracks
Cardiac crimson, immolate black
Lying in a lead-lined porcelain plaque
Cannonades, cavalcades, promenades, more
Playing dumb games, all to settle dumb scores
Winning dumb battles, all to lose a dumb war
Scattering corpses, skeleton corps
Do you still wonder, do you still feel?
Does it all matter, is it all real?
Edifice golden, carapace steel
Turning your tungsten winter-kill wheel