When I saw the little fires in the darkness Palming hands Tried to root out my eyes When I saw the small thoughts in the graveyard Pretty graves Were waiting for some flowers Don't want to be there With my body in a snare I saw lightning in and out of the devil's area And my skull's Been cut in pieces on the grass Thousands of crosses cover nature's beauty White horizons Dates that have already been written I feel moving upside-down in your house Kiss on the eyes Of a Dorian Gray's portrait I'm afraid of myself in the dark streets When I'm forced To think of my future's nest I won't be there Just a body in a snare