There never was a night like this
How could there ever be
Through sweat and velvet misery
The fever race in me

Cornered in a symetrical design
Spherelike chrome on a sea enraged

What the mirror sees
Is the clutching at straws
Taking us under
The storm of the ocean
This velvety [bad word] Ringcorners- firm in the outrage
Synaptic patterns 
Waves contort
Break into these cellular walls

Globes of disease, infest my dreams
Burning the ends of my veins
Pattern and form, the squares cling fast
Dance the tide now

Could never bare another night
Although I know [bad word] The freezing ends of what is me
The ice rages free

Cornered in a symetrical design
Spherelike chrome on a sea enraged

Take hold of the boundaries 
On this perimeter sea
Burn and enflame the oppressors
And if four was one
In a corner alone
Recovering and licking the wounds [bad word] The weakness kicks in
I'm cornered, cornered within