my soul is black
my hair is white
my heart is green
with sick delight

the earth is flat
the sky is round
i live in hell
with just one sound

one white iris in a field of blue
and nothing can change that
and nothing can change that
and nothing can change that
and nothing can change that

one white iris in a field of blue
and nothing can change that
and nothing can change that
and nothing can change that
and nothing can change that

what price
this pearl

what trade

of cup
for cross

of ring
for rain

of crown
for wreath
for paper
hat

that holds
its
promise

of the sea

what price
genius

what song
sung
for this

this banquet
this poison
fish

this slapping

of the
hands