One of my more tuneful and sweeter efforts, if tinged with the inevitable sadness...
Naked on a ship of fools, even love must fall to rules
And severed children crawl and squirm in torment
The razor's edge so clean and bright, it cuts along and shows its might
And what was built must fall away discarded
Shredding skin is almost cruel, go to work, go to school
Draw a circle round me for protection
Kaleidoscope, each one defined, edges blur, echoes of mind
And i am you and you are me sweet siblings
Did it happen to me / Did it happen to we
Go team Marie / Reap the wild wind