(Sylvia) Static, though her form is changing (Sylvia) Staring from the haunted painting (Sylvia) In the distance, clotting in distorted air (Sylvia) In exhibition, dripping nature from her hair Cut open in a field Again as before But Sylvia does not feel Her body slipping through the gauze (Sylvia) Left a trail of bread around her maze (Sylvia) Left for dead, she never found her way (Sylvia) In frosted glass, she writhes (Sylvia) Her vengeance will be mine She's broken on a wheel The same as before But (Sylvia) does not feel Her body slipping through the gauze ♪ (Sylvia) Beyond the door, she rattles almost silent (Sylvia) Her little windows smash themselves in quiet violence (Sylvia) In state transcendent, now a puddle of a girl (Sylvia) Into debasement, turns and turns, and does not return (Sylvia) The solipsist dreaming of herself (Sylvia) I never kissed, I never saw or felt (Sylvia) Fluorescent specter of the well (Sylvia's) Dissolving shell