Ballad of the Swamp Children

The gradual dissection of sanity.

Darlings, darlings,
Darlings of the deepest dusk
Lovelies, lovelies
Children of the blackest swamp
Dance the dance of sweet demise
Drive a nail into my mind
Be cruel, be nimble
Be swift, be gentle
Liquefy the sun
And lay me to rest on
Opium clouds and ashes, ashes
Churning in the mud.