I KNOW IT LIVES, I FEEL THE SMOOTH,
HER EYES ARE UPON MY FACE.
WHEN I TURN SHE ALSO MOVES,
TO A SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT PLACE.

I HATE THE SMOOTH I HAVE COME TO FIND,
FOR IT IS NOT THERE WHEN I SEE.
I CANNOT FIX MY EYES OF BLIND,
NOT FOR THE GREATEST PLEA.

THE SMOOTH MUST DIE.

WITH A GREAT BANG, GLASS DID RAIN,
WHICH FILLED MY PLACE OF KEEP.
PICKING THE PIECES COMES THE PAIN,
WHILE MY BLOOD BEGINS TO SEEP.

I LAY DOWN WITHIN THE PIECES,
LETTING THE WARMTH FLOW.
THE PAIN FROM SMOOTH NEVER CEASE'S,
WHILE LETTING MY LIFE GO.

THE SMOOTH HAS WON, MY SOUL IS FREE,
THE SMOOTH HAS WON,
THIS, I SEE.