"Take my hand  It's borrowed  Take my arms  They're on loan"  The green chair melts the post  And all who stand near the flames  Suffer immense joy  Under the ceiling fan    "Take it all  I don't care  I'll just sit  In the chair  Burning wood next to  The black post where it grew"  Looking down it's knee deep  (The) crimson flow starts to seep    "I am dead  Just like you  So don't tell  Me what to do"  The smoke clears above the post  (And) the body falls into the hole  In the green chair sits death