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 & Sins, Sins & Needles

He's gasping for air

In the wishing well

Dust to rust, ashes on gashes

Hand around the killing jar



A soft hoodwink of shadows

The size of make-believe

Punching through his spike of rage

A glass hand cuts through the water

Snuffing out the magic fury

Then from inside

Bolt lightening cries

Swiftly crushed

The final, muffled sighs



Needles & Sins, Sins & Needles

He's gasping for air

In the wishing well



Dust to rust, ashes on gashes

Hand around the killing jar

Hand around the killing jar

Hand around the killing jar