Conscience has me easily disturbed 

the moving things around me makes me weep 

Why can't they stop so I can see them properly? 

It makes me wonder if I'm slightly in daze 



My hands are thrown into a great fire 

My inner ear is singing 

singing like a huge church choir 



Decomposition of my eyes won't help my vision 

this isn't quite as funny anymore 

Corpsepaint isn't really necessary 

I haven't got a pulse anyway