Original lyrics
ENHow to invent a heart
When from him she was created
There grows nothing but scars
From a fractured bone
In the image of snakes
All hearts stand alone
And are yet so closely linked
Loneliness
Always ahead, always in front
This imbalance, this ever spinning wheel
It preccedes us
We march its trail
Always ahead, always in front
One can drink another's cup of poison
But his lot non may win
One act play
And then, when the thread is cut
The maggots feast on the heart
With no discrimination of it being
Empty or filled, lived or lied
Never too much
Never too little
Always enough
Verse ends
