• Lisping, lurching
    Fall into the dirt
    Look up at me now, sweetie
    Scramble, scuttle
    Try to climb back to where you "belong"
    Please, do I really look that stupid?

    Coming, coming
    This rush of air
    And I can no longer control anything anymore
    Mine, mine
    Your life is mine
    Break it? I shall if I want to!

    Screaming, scarring
    My hands meet you
    Please don't be too frightened, my darling
    You know I would never hurt you
    Not in a million years!
    So why have you become so limp?