I’m sitting at the bottom of a bottomless well,
Looking at the ripples swell – above.
I’m stealing all the wishes of the blurry passers-by,
And counting all the coins.
I’m gagging on the spin of the spinning wheels,
Swallowing a final meal – in one.
I can taste the sweet and sour, bitter pill,
It turns to ashes in my mouth.
I’m looking at a mirror in a mirrored cell.
Seeing a demonic shell – again.
I’m shouting at angels, perched sympathetically.
It falls upon deaf ears.
Lyrics by John Berry