Fiendish wonder in a carnival's wake. Old caresses once again irritate. Tread soflty stranger. Move over toward the danger that you seek. You think excitement has receded. Then the mirror distracts. The logic of the trance. quickly reaches and grasps. Handsome and faceless. And weightless your imagination runs. And now its no one's fault but yours. At the foot of the house of cards. You thought you never get obsessed. You thought the wolves would be impressed. And you're a sinking stone. But you know what its like to hold the jeweller's hands. That perception of pioneers. All drown. And the moonlight there more thrilling. Those things that he knows. As he leads you through. The grinning bubble blowers in the snow. Watching his exit is like falling off the ferry in the night. The logic of the trance quickly reaches and grasps. Any other voice makes such a punishing sound. He became laughter's assasin. Shortly after he showed you what it was. And now its no one's fault but yours. At the foot of the house of cards. You thought you never get obsessed. You thought the wolves would be impressed. And you're a sinking stone. But you know what its like to hold the jeweller's hands. That perception of pioneers. All drown. If you've a lesson to teach me I'm listening. Ready to learn. There's no one here to police me I'm sinking in. Until you return. If you've a lesson to teach me don't deviate. Don't be afraid. Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate. Let's get it ingrained