Sixth Vine

[You want songs, Soviet Mayfield? Viktoria has lots of songs.]

Builds your roofs of dead wood.

Builds your walls of dead stone.

Builds your dreams of dead thoughts.

Comes crying

Laughing

Singing back to life,

Takes what you steal,

And pulls the skins from your dead bones shrieking.

[She's a little angry about these recent developments. Juuust a little.]