I can cope with stages    rising wingless foe beneath from yonder pit    releasing pressures from the skull in the form of tourniquet    passe mesmerized in stages and from terror    of the calling I crawled to see    releasing pressure from the skull the sarx in apathy    clothed in confusion clawing out for peaceful means      I can cope with ages    where and when the voices cry I cannot tell    attempting feats of vanity for the price of a silent night    for the price of a noble knight    cliche touch of heart in cages    so take this mask the crimson faceless from my hands    they come in numbers after all to play the secret games    and to hide behind the names    clothed in confusion clawing out for peaceful means       with a crimson face disgraced by secret names and childhood games    tales of croatian sacrifices opal eyes, don't fantasize    aloud but alone in sultry places...   in sultry places...