With all my desperate symmetry,
With all my white lights, and straight lines
My skin will still sag
At the end of my life
Death pirouettes through the flicker of the wick
And makes you sick...

Once interred, in turn to turn to bone
Ribs like a house to the lord
Once interred, in turn to turn to bone
 [bad word] to worship and hordes
Once interred, in turn to turn to bone
Fate unseen, kiss the stone
You hope that where you are, that you're not alone

Then I awoke
To coil and shiver, like eel out of river
Like the grave was my own

Oh frailty
What worse fates could you possibly show me