What is this? No breathless abandon; no life-consuming fire. Where is the blood-red song? It was so loud that our veins would overflow. Hang your head down in silence. Your body is a pillar of shame. It's been so long since you came here that you've forgotten why. A single, distant point of light, faint and far. When you were a child, it never would shine so bright as this. Where is that light? (Someone behind us forced it down.) I hear a song. (Child, you were born deaf.) I'll follow it home. (Home is a black and empty thing.) I'll follow it home. (Home is a bitter, broken cage, made of death.) Close your eyes; there's nothing here to see. Lay your white head down. Go to sleep. And until you die, you'll remain here. You opened up your eyes and stared straight into the sun for too long. It turned you pale and white, transparent in the light. Your morning song won't be heard any longer. A wind came from the sea and took it away. Remember, you came from dust, and to that dust you shall return. All your life, you lay down. You're a stranger in a cruel place, a name and a sunken face, and your white heart is empty. You're gone without a prayer. Come back.