Small and sleeping children's songnThe kind that wished for deathnSalt beyond our lady Satuernn's ReefnHas whored herself to restnnSilver stab in the noontide, in the frayed and edge of the seannFell quick to the snow, still lifenSprawled out in the cold, he saidnnThere was dancing on the ceilingnI was strapped down to the anchoursnnStumble out your breathing speaksnAs heavy in the prosenSalt beyond our lady Satuernn's ReefnHas wounded several morennSilver stab in the noontide, in the frayed and edge of the seannFell quick to the snow, still lifenSprawled out in the cold, he saidnnThere was dancing on the ceilingnI was strapped down to the anchours