Blue circle descending
The cities dust will lit
The gossip of misfortune
Does she still eat meat?
The shellfish is trailing
The pale flesh, the wooden fence
The reddish gold of a storm outside
I'll roast in the vestibule
Take a look at yourself
Deep beneath you there's good
A virtual hell
Is just an idiot glee
You're longing for the other shore
Of the flophouse calvary
The worker
Is broken by the years
Better call a contractor
To piece again all his tears
You're in love with yourself
But deep beneath you theres good
Deep beneath you theres good