Flickering, the light.
Yes, bickering's my mouth
Oh, why the hymn screeches
Not the flickering hymn of a bickering light
Take a leaving rot
It's why a swimmer's fallible
A growing of seam
And left at the growing end of all, it's fallible
The border sells a wicker's eye
Not unless joyous grief deflates
Whom degrade the wallow's shore
The wallowed wicker's shore deflates the joyous eye.