I've got a binder 'round my lungs
I've got a lock upon my useless tongue
I've got spirit too big for my vessel and a mind cluttered up with thoughts to be wrestled


My muscles tighten up and
my head lightens up and
night lights chill my pulse
and veins feebly convulse


Oh dear


Lungs, not quite up to par
as they fill with liquid stars
Do you see? This tissue is burning to scars
destroying this lovely "ours"