"Take my hand
It's borrowed
Take my arms
They're on loan"
The green chair melts the post
And all who stand near the flames
Suffer immense joy
Under the ceiling fan
"Take it all
I don't care
I'll just sit
In the chair
Burning wood next to
The black post where it grew"
Looking down it's knee deep
(The) crimson flow starts to seep
"I am dead