Why am I screaming, "Please stop dreaming!"
When dreaming is an open door?
But many never opened and many hearts are on the floor.
Lost in reckless abandon, fearsome union, principles of reason
tossed from out of the second floor.
Can you hear their loathsome chanting?
Degrading, interlocking madness!
There's no reason in the season
or cause for merry lore,
when all that's wicked
is pounding on their doors....
in the flesh.