In the circle deep,  lost me in this cold, cold black  a strong arm in these weak days just  an inner wish to be forgotten ...  See, the ships are sailing  they sail without a sea;  and still Jesus is praising  he speaks with no need to breathe ...  In my words I claim nothingness to be  and pictures awake and grow in me.  What is left  to expect?  Where is to go,  to look at?  Gallows for sale,  just follow the stench  of my sweat.  You in my mouth,  did you really believe  you were safed?  'Swopped blood for blood,  'snuffed mud for mud  'shook hands with the boys  of the underworld.  The last dance in the inside of my outside  did you really believe  you were safed?