Do you think your severed limbs will be waiting for you in heaven? It takes a special person to realise what they have lost Suffering is essential When atrophy makes you who you are I would hate for you to be missed At your turn to suck the cyst There are many nooses in the trees If you suddenly decide to be free You are not meant to see me For I am not for your eyes But you're wealthy aren't you? For misery is the world's only true currency And at that moment Of your absolute realisation You will try to speak I will wash your mouth out with rope