[Part I: Denial]

Beware the intruder, beware the intruder
I have scissors in my hand
Move on, move on
Sound the alarm, sound the alarm
He says he's an artist, he says he's an artist
Who will take what I miss and make it live through bursts of noise

But I won't let him be flecked with my blood
And pretend it is his own
But I won't let him be flecked with my blood
And pretend it is his own

Get me a surgeon, I said: Get me a surgeon
Get me a surgeon, I said: Get me a surgeon
Get me a surgeon, I said: Get me a surgeon
He wants to feel the stretch so raise him up and tie him down

Petrified in a lab room bell jar
Petrified in a lab room bell jar

I won't let him be flecked with my blood

[Part II: Anger]

He broke in and he stole you away
Be more disheartened when having to steal than being stolen from
He broke in and he stole you away

Petrified in a lab room bell jar
Petrified in a lab room bell jar

He broke in and he stole you away
(Petrified in a lab room bell jar)
Be more disheartened when having to steal than being stolen from
(Petrified in a lab room bell jar)

(Petrified in a lab room bell jar)

[Part III: Bargaining]

Gentle heart guide me to my car
Take my broken wrists and help me steer
Lead me blind and speaking
Into the darkest canyon deep
I cannot breathe, down here the air is thick
With animals dying and sick
Help me sing their hopeless chant
Sing it hard and bring you home

In my hands appeared a box of clothes
We gathered round and watched the colours burn and the canyon glow
And in the light I see the face of the animals
I see a fire burn in the face of the animals

I see that I am weak, that I have no choice
And I see what I will be and what I will become
And I see an empty room, a house falling apart
And I see an empty room, a house falling apart

I have such long days ahead
And all that you have is death
I have such long days ahead
And all that you have is death

No angels are watching you
(The walls are not listening)
I'd trade everything I have
(But everything is not enough)
No angels are watching you
The walls are not listening
I'd trade everything I have
(But everything is not enough)

[Part IV: Depression]

My body is a timber frame
My bones are on fire now
My throat is closing in on me
My heart is pumping hard

My head is filled with burning light
My skin is a canvas sick
My rib cage is a creaking chest
My lungs have a puncture leak

I was lost in a frozen wood
I was held by its dirty roots
Close to the earth but far from you
Oh little joy

I was drowning in a sonograph
The ink was running thick as blood
Separate and pull back out
Oh little joy

[Part V: Acceptance]

This is our corrective
Grieving animal incentive
I know we deserve it
Let's just hope I can learn from it