• Fire within,
    rage throughout,
    violence begin
    and dance about.

    In circles we must go
    around this fetid, tainted ghoul
    but I must know,
    is it I who will be made the fool?

    A shiny veneer you show,
    tricks all but the one
    you have come to know.
    Oh, but who's to have this fun?

    The thorny, prickly vines
    crawl out your heart
    and tendril into mine;
    tearing my world apart.

    Oh what magic they hold,
    these little blue beans.
    Prescribed by the greedy old,
    you will eat them, by any means.

    Sweet rapture soon will follow
    to those who infect the body
    and carve their inner mind hollow.
    This path leads quick into folly.

    For when you lack their magic might
    they force those thorns in deeper
    into your heart and mind, killing off the light.
    And dance you shall, mindless into night.

    Those mighty and vicious veins,
    taken hold of me and those around
    away my heart is pulled, with you in vain
    I let out a piercing scream without a sound.

    The beast held within your cage,
    the source of this unholy scourge
    is boundless in its relentless rage.
    A deadly force; none can be purged.

    For we must live with our beastly tasks
    held behind these walls of the breast
    because the beast holds its own masque;
    Its our hearts, like mine and the rest...