In a madman's rush, the worm gets born: As shouting words do the fight unleash, Moon's in eyes, and the soul gets shorn.
Why lay hands on the things that harm, When there's brokenwinged wonder, in our speech- In a madman's rush, the worm gets born.
The shroud is lost, unravelled and torn, And human mercy is but a leech: Moon's in eyes, and the soul gets shorn.
Scorpion's sting, and mankind's scorn; It seems real justice is out of reach: In a madman's rush, the worm gets born.
The unicorn has lost his horn; The mermaid's dead upon the beach- Moon's in eyes, and the soul gets shorn.
My thoughts are deep and as forlorn; For man, by the heart of him's impeached: In a madman's rush, the worm gets born, Moon's in eyes, and the soul gets shorn.