The stagnant pool,
Like a drowned coffin,
Still as a deceased heart,
Haunting the ghost of the noble [bad word] 

Who recalls pellucid ice clutching the aching twigs,
Never melting,
Never a drop to disturb stagnation.
Oh they say I'll never win
You'll always get beat
And like a drop of blood from the Devil's tap

I'm dragging the [bad word] behind
Slips purposely down the black hole back to [bad word] Steps purposely down the black hole back to [bad word] [Repeat]