On a downhill of life the earth made a sound as of sighs and the last drops fell from the emptied cloudless sky.
It's few and far between that I had failed to see. In this dull season he's easy of belief.
Skeleton key still hanging in the scale. He crouched for the plain [bad word] 
Making this world a [bad word] skeleton key opening doors for you and I've given everything.
But got nothing in return lighting his candle at both ends. Time is hanging heavy on his hands.
Bowed under a noise fit to raise the dead as it's few and far between that I had failed to be.
In this dull season I've given up [bad word] down in this world....