Lyrics:

ring, from mark, a token of esteem, running through ghostcloset locker rooms, to hide from peter, who has fallen tothe old cold stone floor, wheezing and emitting a seeminglyendless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth.a wind rushes through hall, whistles as it breezes throughthe narrow slits in the green locker doors, i hide in oneof these, no. 13.barely concealed but hopefulblackoutblackout!i will climb this high wallin remembrance of clancyto regain or re-earn my lifeas i died just a flicker of an eyelid ago,the wall has many holesand many foot pieces to fasten to.the wall is dangerous, and this is my penancemy penance and my taski did it once and they wonderedyet i need to go, once more aroundup breathtakinglyacross rigidlydown easily- and foolishlyi endeavoured againto climb the wall in vainand capture back my chainof lillies and remainsof lillies and remainsof lillies and remains
Bauhaus Of Lillies And Remains