"Take my hand

It's borrowed

Take my arms

They're on loan"

The green chair melts the post

And all who stand near the flames

Suffer immense joy

Under the ceiling fan



"Take it all

I don't care

I'll just sit

In the chair

Burning wood next to

The black post where it grew"

Looking down it's knee deep

(The) crimson flow starts to seep



"I am dead

Just like you

So don't tell

Me what to do"

The smoke clears above the post

(And) the body falls into the hole

In the green chair sits death