High and the lows, such a mountain seeps into shore
The fever grows, and I don't know, the meaning of this bell
Do you hate this, when you are feeling thin and bored
Or do you hate that, a mouthful of words to abide my unforgiving tell

Led down, dear child, push gnome out of the frame
Make room for yourself, space you won't let anyone in, brace
And in a thousand years, when all of this cruelty is upon us, in spring
There will be flowers and tree all over your living grave

Dear Lady Lazarus, I always get stuck when I start to write
Can I stop believing in the unknown, abstract, neigh, and the dark
I am scared, and all around the watchtower there were knights
Signal of distress, liars, thieves, herd of unheard sparks

It was the little child, with balloon in hand
Asking for some shelter against the coming storm
But all request was met by dismissal, he turned to far sand
Where he stood atop a great sea, a hollow mountain was born

In the watchtower as I watched, in some fond
I couldn't help him, for I'm a chained king, blind
So I asked for forgiveness from the mountain, or deity, or electron
I'm trapped, Lady Lazarus please let it be meaning you find.