Look at me I am the misery of a hundred chained lions The toil of a hundred caged doves The lament of a hundred dying crickets And all of those roars, those strangled songs, those insistent yet dying cricket notes They live within, they live within.
Look at me I am the ***** soul of a red forsaken woman The diseased bruise on her red scraped wrists The tangled lock of her red torn hair And they lie on the cobbled ground of the fort where innocence breathed its last They live within, they live within.
Look at me I am the nagging probe checking your heart The ticking thought-bomb threatening your brain The nauseous green lurking in your inverted guts And the nagging, the ticking, my nauseating smell that makes you hate me so They live within, they live within.