I See You’re Having Fun With the Dust of the Days
I See You Play With Toys, Toys With Hidden Swords
I Dislike to See You Feeding Unnatural Affections
Leaving no Counter Poison to the Hate You Spread

And Now

I Saw Two Sets of Jaws Fly Into Your Heart
Claims For Heroes and Ghosts Clamering For Reply

There Is a Sort of Delight When You Masquerade to the Ball
Right Before the Loom Strikes I See You Fall

And Now

On the Day We Arise and Come to Extremes
You’ll Be Surprised to Know Who’s the Enemy