Down where this ugly man    Seeks his sustenance    Down in the blue, midnight flare    A glass hand cuts through the water    Scything into his twisted roots    Then from his eyes    Spring fireflies    Breathing life    Into a roaring disguise       Needles and sins, sins and needles    He's gasping for air    In the wishing well    Dust to rust, ashes to gashes    Hand around the killing jar       A soft hoodwink of shadow    The size of make-believe    Punches through his spike of rage    A glass hand cuts through the water    Snuffing out the magic fury       Then from inside    Bolt lightning cries    Swiftly crushed    The final, muffled sighs       Needles and sins, sins and needles    He's gasping for air    In the wishing well    Dust to rust, ashes to gashes    Hand around the killing jar