Hey...my hands are sick   the halls are split in half   they're all on fire   Here I find      an illusion of backstabbing evil   hollow is sin, yes, theres my knife in   and any where the wind blows I find it      you heard what I said   you heard what I said      the language of the dwarf near fumes of fun   rise inside, the jesters want a face   they lean near! hang on! up on this twig...