| When all should be done and gone, / he comes round again to see, / he can't keep himself | |
| Away. / he touches her hand and it starts again. / his work is an ugly mess. / he prods | |
| And it cries in pain. / he kicks and it starts to scream. / he hurries away when she | |
| Cannot see. / when all should be done and gone, / he comes round again to see, / he can't | |
| Keep himself away. / he touches her hand and it / starts again. / moving so slowly, / | |
| Droplets of kindness / that poison and choke / when this thing should have died long ago./ the entrails are soft and warm, / this time it must be the end. / one touch and it lives | |
| Again. / he keeps it alive to be part of it's pain / (and that's mercy. / and that'sCompassion. / and that's being good friends in a crisis. / what's one corpse betweenFriends? ) / oh / oh-oh-oh... / leave it, boy. / just leave it alone. / stop scratching, or | |
| It'll never heal. / just let it lie in peace. / get out of the way, /get out of the way, / | |
| The brakes cannot last for long. / he knows he must let it go, / he knows but he keeps a | |
| Hold. / he touches her hand and it / starts again. / ah! / ah! / ah! / moving so slowly, / | |
| He drops it so gently, / urging it's life / to a peak to torment it again! |