All the bones in my back   Start to rally up against me   And my veins tighten up   And constrict like snakes      In the choir you stand   Start to read from the Qur'an   I can do my part   I am not a man      So I kneel down   In the fireplace   So the ashes   Can clean my face      But I don't know   What suffering is   But I'd find that out   If it would clear your sins      If you froze to death   I would lay you on the table   And I would fix you up   With metal parts      And I would sew you shut   With the strings from your mother's harp   And I would run you down   Just to test your heart      So I lie down   For a month at a time   Let the moss grow   On my northern side      And I shake it off   Every time you're near   But there's just no point   You can see me clear   No more      So I'll change my shape   Into that of Dionysus   And I will tie you up   With screeching vines      And I will take you down   To the coastline where I'll feed you   To the great white whale   That haunts your mind      And he will spit you out   And you'll be a different person   With your serpent soul   All rearranged      So what's done is done   Just be glad that no one saw you   When you disappear   Into desert air