gotta get you filled with ice
gotta get you blanking your eyes
gotta make you filled with fire
and if desire 
gotta placing you so much higher

up to midnights up to the rest
after reaching midland move to the west
loveliest picture
loveliest girl
take a fall from grace
you're "take-a-fall" girl

it is no doubt we're getting closer
no doubt it's real
ye should not wonder
if it scares all your fears
 [bad word] me)

to harvest your soul,
 [bad word] me)
to mark up your body, 
 [bad word] me)
to cut off your hair
but these things
progressively less dun me of the nightmares

nor harvest your soul
(click-clock)
nor mark up your body
(tick-tack)
nor cut off your hair
(knock-knock)
just the death in the air

it is no doubt we're getting closer
hooked up with chains and frozen, yeah
by the wicked, undeniable link 
and drink around each other's wrists

I shouldn't wonder if it 
does not look well
bevel oblique fell of
my inner space lady'o' [bad word]