A glass hand cuts through the water
Breathing life into a roaring disguise
He's gasping for air in the wishing well
Dust to rust, ashes on gashes
Then from inside bolt lightning cries
Hand around the killing jar
A soft hoodwink of shadows, the size of make-believe
Hand around the killing jar
Scything into his twisted roots
Snuffing out the magic fury
Swiftly crushed the final, muffled sighs
Hand around the killing jar
Dust to rust, ashes on gashes
Hand around the killing jar
Hand around the killing jar
Needles and sins, sins and needles
A glass hand cuts through the water
Hand around the killing jar
Needles and sins, sins and needles
Punches through his spike of rage
Then from his eyes spring fireflies
Hand around the killing jar
He's gasping for air in the wishing well
Hand around the killing jar
