Up on the hill there's a man that turns me inside out Time for the wolf is still in the hour of my doubt A minute can be forever when sleep tries to pull me down When night after night I see him drown Cannibal companions inflict an endless celebration Room of tormentors portrays the bird man's elation The insects at the door and the lady's hat will fall I can't face what waits at the end of the hall Countless wings upon the back of his coat Can't escape the silence when the dead always float Countless times the bird man stands by my bed Can't escape my dreams, all I see is the dead