My oh my, do the eyes cry. Lie, oh lie, do the lungs sigh. Fie oh fie, now you are so sly? Sky, oh sky, do thy bringest the answer why?
Upon what is that we dare ask? The clouds, they don't bother. How they cry with life!
The Rain washes away sin, a natural baptizing. Drop the knife.
The blood washes down the drain. Do you have an alibi?
Belied by your charm, Espied in the night, A remedy to wry necks is a cut
Such smut that death is, sprawled out unto the cobbles.