fairy tale skin depicting scenes form human zoos, impermanent toys like peace and war, a gentle face you have seen before. pretty boy brew will live within your castle, with people there to serve us Happy at the sound of our voices. You've watched my father plough your mother with a ram's horn - Sowed her wide with peppercorn and furrowed'er with a bramble thorn. But reincarnation of one better, the homeward road is long. For now the streets and city sounds will burn your eyes as cinders, so dance with me before their frozen eyes - in the heat of the morning