The senses I have left
I'd only trade for death
I'd only hope for depth
If all I have is kept
Don't keep me at your gate
Have nothing on my plate
Deaf silence, ringing strong
Don't make me wait so long
Serpent tongue is running on and
I don't want to wait this long the
Night has come, the day has gone so
Grab some rest until the dawn
Separatists in fatal trysts being
Underlying specimens to
Examine and prod and pick 'til
Nothing's left to suffer with