The sound of the bees' stingers
Breaking off deafened me.
They hound me inside of my room,
Inside of my mind.

How honest could I be,
If only I were honest?

The mad scientist laughs
He laughs for the joy of his madness
He pops an eye out of his cat and
Eats it,
As if 'twere a grape or an oyster.
It was the grossest thing I've ever seen.

I am here, without you.
And here, without you,
It is so lonely.