My queen standeth over me,
"I WILL END YOUR LIFE!"
Somewhere inside my reflection
Somewhere deep in my imagination.

A sword to my neck,
She is dressed in adamant and diamonds.

Do you see her?
Her eyes gleam like molten metal when she says it.
She says it always, only sometimes I see different colors.
And sometimes I'm not thinking about it at all.

So severe, she leaves me stranded on an island.
And inside that island, I contemplate the design
Of my dire consequence.

The shapes and the music I make must call for their own elimination.

Only I am here singing right now
Forced, and justified on all sides
Or one side? Or none.
So each symbol I trace in the Sand is full and sacred