Inside their little world They tried to be understood But all that came of it was a mess So sort it out In conversations Devout apparitions Would say they're horrid nonethless Once more They're heads are caved in There's a window that jarred on their conscience Once more They're left remembering To the people who picked up their arms and legs And carried on They pulled apart their own ego at the seams And spilled their organs everywhere Caught in polarized degrees They may decay again So beware