silhouettes dreaded swamps oil baths from the factory lake i am dreaming of a painting from the spring of my mind i have defined the lines and now i shake wretched palms violent psalms violet fades from the cheek of my babe i shall cover you and swaddle you in eden s last light i shall hope for the end of dark dark days betty s bones betty s vultures of love are circling upon her not yet forsaken face it is darkness that hurts her the dark lord is a hurter hurting even the waves that lap at the shore of the silver bay silhouettes dance depressed i am the shadow of the neighbour that stares into the curtains of pain the light frothing crazy behind his mane curdling and dancing to his master s off brain paul is alive paul is alive open the fort it s on and on and on and on the great debaser