I found her in the bath, sleep crawling all over her. nLucid like the water she washed and drowned in. nAnd there should be colors like red and black at times like those, nBut she was as white as a pillnnAnd are you alive? Are you alive?nAll these doors are locked and we're inside.nIf I could see and if the room would stop movingnI'd know what to do. I'd know what to do.nnChasing me with fire and pitchforks nPaper machines and hang me harmednChasing me with fire and pitchforksnA paper-chain to hang me fromnnnI washed her down the plug hole, but that made it knows that it's realnI washed her again and again and layer after layer, but still she wouldn't healnSoap on capillaries, soap on bloodcells; slips and tremblesnAnd I'm holding onto the floornnAnd are you alive? Are you alive?nAll these doors are locked and we're inside.nIf I could see and if the room would stop movingnI'd know what to do. I'd know what to do.nnChasing me with fire and pitchforks nPaper machines and hang me harmednChasing me with fire and pitchforksnA paper-chain to hang me from