a dirty deed is brewingnlike ivy overgrowingnthe scissors poised and readynand she said that she was goingnnand a thousand years of waitingnthey put it all in writingnshe pricked her finger for itnbut she's not cooperatingnnoh i swear by the river styxnthats where i am fixednnand i think the time is nearingni think i might be thawingnif only i were certainnthat my temperature weren't fallingnnand the tourists who've been comingnfrom my body sawingnpieces for exhibitsnwhere impressive crowds are drawingnnoh i swear by the river styxnthats where i am fixednnand if i had the patience and i had the moneynand i had the humor and i had the offernand the space and the time and the talentnand i had the power and i had the reasonnand the virtue and i had the cunningnand i had the status and i had the wisdomnand i had the audience and the admissionnand i had the method and i had the quietnand i had the motive and the storynand i had the money and i had the timennthen i just might trynnif only i could prove itnif only i weren't stupidnif only i could torturenall the people who can do itnnand through the final hourni am destined to devournthe thousand hours of inspirationnslowly growing sournnand if i had an offer to be betterni'd declinennand if that were more awful to considerni'd be finennand if it were all my faultnthat i'm bitternnand i've pined and i've regrettednthat i aided and abettednthis end and if it isn'tni should probably forget itnnand the contract's in the fireni am starting to feel tiredni choke that i'm forgivennbut i've always been a liarnnand i had an offer to betterni'd declinennand if that were more awful to considerni'd be finennand if it were all my faultnthat i'm bitter