Conscience has me easily disturbed    the moving things around me makes me weep    Why can't they stop so I can see them properly?    It makes me wonder if I'm slightly in daze       My hands are thrown into a great fire    My inner ear is singing    singing like a huge church choir       Decomposition of my eyes won't help my vision    this isn't quite as funny anymore    Corpsepaint isn't really necessary    I haven't got a pulse anyway