Recalling homes once stood in pride,
the hearts are drained.
for those had sheltered flesh that dried,
and re-arranged.
As evil hit and shattered all,
the hearts, the souls, the flesh and wall,
now left the memory splashed and stained
with hearts that drained.

the sanctity of insanity is well revered
when common sense is badly used we fear
all that's strange and doesn't fit the norm
then fall backwards into ignorance

It's seldom that we find a place where
the sanctity of insanity is well revered
and when we do it is a special place
which absence would well be feared

When a neighbour speaks in tongues and sits
beside us with his words most strange
the sanctity of insanity is well revered
if we find it in ourselves

I've gone and stood on one of them
oh god I hate them worse than phlegm
half pulverised to mangled meat
still wriggling, though near obsolete
I stood on it I say again

I feel so sick - it's caused mayhem
I wave my arms, and count to ten
my meal just may, on me, repeat
I stood on one

I know I sound like some weak femme
but those who've done it won't condemn
I scrape my heel, to try delete
the feel of slime on naked feet
bug or slug I squished it open
I stood on one
.

It's great to have a dauntless heart,
a one that's filled with lots of hopes,
it always gives your life a start,
when overcomes the crucial slopes.

As life sustains a running peril
It's great to have a dauntless heart
to bravely lash its dangers-feral
that is a pretty real art.

This life is quite the biggest mart,
to trade in good and bad forever.
It's great to have a dauntless heart,
and get the best purchases ever.