Seeds our teeth grind.
Not all, though, we saved you nine.
To Hell in Winter you'll be confined,
But we still love you.
We'll come down to visit you in your sorrow,
Bring more seeds for you to swallow,
But not to Hell with you we'll follow.
We've paid our dues.
And if you cease to stain your lovely pink lips
Daylight you'll see, sunlight on your skin,
But crush the seeds again, your soul will slip
Down into the gloom.
