Born in a spray of swollen knees Blind hope and measureless belief Laying like the husks they are Cast across the cracked tile floor Soon taught to learn but with no task Beyond a thousand indispensable distractions Raised by silkworms and the mice Interred in textbooks and advice "You're so cruel to yourself But don't speak ill of the dead Just do until you heal" "You're so cruel to yourself But don't speak ill of the dead Just do until you heal" Ahhhhhh... Scared lover wakes you from a dream Sighs sounded like a stifled scream Glass wishbone arms in moth-pocked sheets Fall still until dawn intercedes On sleepless nights you sense it too Your punctuality will destroy you Your love is not repairable And thinking is unbearable "You're so cruel to yourself But don't speak ill of the dead Just do until you heal" "You're so cruel to yourself But don't speak ill of the dead Just do until you heal"