It was the darkest it has ever been, you entered...

Seething emotions spill forth from crevises long...
Boiling thoughts and drought of attention...

Its oil stead of blood,
that runs through these copper veins...

Cool in the shade of the apple tree's height,
I sit with my MaryAnn very late at night...

Piece by piece I slowly fade.
Of this life, I've nothing made...

In a land beyond the mountains,
In a kingdom cross the sea...

You gawk upon the metal man,
you praise his shape and to his frame you hold...

You soar to the sun while I, I swim to the moon.
In the end we'll not make the horizon...

Your priceless palace tongue wags for nothingless...
A special thing that I am not. You want Gold...