At The Age Of Sixteen

I Grew Out Of Hope

I Regarded The Cosmos

Through A Circle Of Rope

So I Threw Out My Plans

Ran On To The Wheel

And Emptied My Head

Of All Childish Ideals

The Sleep Of No Feeling

I Married The First Girl

Who Wasn't A Man

And Smiled As The Spiders

Ran All Over My Hands

Made A Good Living

By Dying It's True

As The World In My TV

Leaked Onto My Shoes