My cataractic eye Stares into the sun In some melancholy garden The rain has begun Perfume fading Mystical shading Dionysus' ritual of madness and love When your name has become a number When your name has become a number A wildness of sorrow and slumber Black sheets raining Primitive paintings I would forsake my every dream Beneath this bruised-black lemon moon would sleep The trees are haunted By ghosts forgotten Tangle the wires that spring life to horror Rag-wearing pagans that bleed at the altar Because their name has become a number March lock-step in order guarding meaningless borders When your name has become a number When your name has become a number A wildness of sorrow and slumber Black sheets raining Primitive paintings The sick-sweet taste Of month old wedding cake The pristine visage of a frozen lake The tears of mothers of lost aviators Now their name has become a number Now their name has become a number Now their name has become a number Black sheets raining Primitive paintings