Scores of fiends no tarry when they wake
So you must be on your guard
Especially when eyes are tarred in play
If I set myself aside for goodwitch glory
Will nature be where I left it laid?
Copious amounts of patience, I'm no hurry
Scars and toys and wine in bed all day
Hoards of men stir varied in their bore
So you must be just like water
Even when the waves must take and free the shore
If I wash 'way all my pride on one fool's worry
Will the courts even exhume my name?
Morbid thoughts, a soul in black, my magic blurry
In the tub I waterboard my dreams