Down where this ugly man 
Seeks his sustenance 
Down in the blue, midnight flare 
glass hand cuts through the water 
Scything into his twisted roots 
Then from his eyes 
Spring fireflies 
Breathing life 
Into a roaring disguise 
Needles and sins, sins and needles 
He's gasping for air 
In the wishing well 
Dust [bad word]  ashes to gashes 
Hand around the killing jar 
soft hoodwink of shadow 
The size of make-believe 
Punches through his spike of rage 
glass hand cuts through the water 
Snuffing out the magic fury 
Then from inside 
Bolt lightning cries 
Swiftly [bad word] 
The final, muffled sighs 
Needles and sins, sins and needles 
He's gasping for air 
In the wishing well 
Dust [bad word]  ashes to gashes 
Hand around the killing jar