Cast a stone onto the stage
or hang me with a cable
overthrow the throne of rage
and put my feet somewhere stable
Determined to suffer from emphasis
derailed in thoughts and wishes
Deloused in strange imageries
I`m sewing without stitches
Models and mogules in agencies
no morphemes and no morains
I stifle and stumble into enemies
oh I could not live in these chains
Determined to suppression
delayed by my phantasies
term ends with no concession
so I blame my reveries
So Cygnus, how about frailty?
would thou watch my failing pulse?
a fragrant sin– Im guilty
and down my neck it crawls.