What beauties can I bestow upon the world today
 What does fate have in store for me
 I can see a fallen chair
 And a golden thread in the rafters
 I'm sick at the site of this
 Maybe an embrace would have saved my fate
 Oh god I'm not smiling
 The halo is burned around my neck
 But my wish is my command
 I'm situated in this reflection like the portrait of a ghost
 Another pathetic loss in just under a minute
 They don't hang 'em like they used to