I tear and claw
Through a rugged web
A knitted noose
Of rainbow thread
A sharpened scythe
Will cut me out
I'll never
Forget those nights of doubt
Never
I burn and mar
My maple mood
This jaw is shattered
My maw macabre
And I sit and yell
Like burning hell
That brilliant Martin
Sure painted well
Of raging candles
Burning out
I'll never
Forget these nights of doubt