Waxy little strings, Wrapped about my wrists, Wavy crossy things, Working bodies twists, Where now do my feet, Writhe above the floor, Wading through mistreat, Whining from the bore, Why I hold my eyes, Washes through my mind, Watching all likewise, Wires puppets blind, Waltzing for the souls, Waiting in the rest, Walk for the controls, Winning those unblessed.