Daughters of nine, wounds of my pride How the water is tempting The wreckage of love here is rage Eye for an eye How we dance on in waltzes of queens I believe I have seen where her heart goes to die Flutters like a moth to the light Like moths to the light Down in the waste Out of touch from the hands of the gods We are lions awake in the dark Hungry for life But the water is clearly all gone How we huddle and shiver like dogs Like moths to the light Out in the fields Where we bake in the cancerous sun What a view from the tops of the trees as I watch The fires burn on Burn on