What a cruel sensation To feel the shape of bones beneath your aging skin Your naked emotion Meets with the fear -now will you give in? You may hold your life In these fleshless hands -there may not be more What a wrong decision To dig into the nature of what you adore And there is sweetness in the thoughts familiar In any book of any capable dreamer lying buried below There is beauty in the feeble killer Inside the drugs that make you shiver, tender, out of nothing at all You may fool your mind All of the time -now will you ignore This cruel sensation And all those shameful years