See the mad or reverse,
this hope is not lost,
is this cheap to turn,
your cheap to send off.
Puppets and gowns,
a run side this town,
I'd rescue you now,
but I know that you'll drown,
and this again.
Oh Austere,
bay by my side,
you austere,
pure and no sound,
your last words,
don't let me drown,
just a manner...a story now.