“I close my eyes and this image floats beside me

The sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brains

His hands reach out and choke me
And all the time he’s mumbling

Truth, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.

You push it, stretch it, it will never be enough

Kick it beat it, it will never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying,

it will just cover your face
as you wail and cry and scream.”