Scrub a dub
So clean while in the tub
One step out returns all doubt

I'm shaking like a leaf while some devil
Has such grip upon my roots, trunk, branches
So I have lost my mind for the heart harrowed

Time after time after time even the soil shall fail
Not one sense of sanity shall grow in such haunted
Groves of desolation carefully paranoia so deeply sown

There is the place where we throw all out
The tub, the drain, the foul water and not a babe

Shall remain...