All ripe, the torrent insides are beating me now   The stars are pulling me in, pulling me out   This tart owns all the love inside of me   and you would not believe the sight of her   All these sentimental people,   they all gather around the well   I've been giving rhymes away      All ripe, the lady and I have tea in the white   She sighs, the carnivorous bite, cadaverous life   Is stomping, coming for to get me soon   Alas, I know my doom is on it's way   All these sentimental people,   they all gather around the well   I've been giving rhymes away