And confusion running wild
  I hold treasures for you to find
  Release of tension unknown
  Mind works the fingers to the bone
  
  Bitches brew
  How do you know I won’t pray for you
  It seems you lost your hard fought creed
  Pray for time to set you free
  What chance for children against such tides
  Your mother did warn you from the inside
  Now you’re back on dry land
  Curse the place where I stand
  
  Lights shine silver and gold
  Make me feel warm in winter’s cold