^EmWell I stepped into an ^Cavalanche, ^EmIt covered ^Dup my ^Emsoul; ^EmWhen I am not this^C hunchback that you see, ^EmI sleep be^Dneath the gold^Emen hill. ^GYou who wish to c^Amonquer pain, You must le^Emarn, learn to serve me^C well.

^EmYou strike my side by ^Caccident ^EmAs you go ^Ddown for your ^Emgold. ^EmThe cripple here that you ^Cclothe and feed ^EmIs neither s^Dtarved nor^Em cold; ^GHe does not ask for your^Am company, Not at the ^Emcentre, the centre of the^C world.

^EmWhen I am on a ^Cpedestal, ^EmYou did not ^Draise me ^Emthere. ^EmYour laws do not c^Compel me ^EmTo kneel gro^Dtesque and^Em bare. ^GI myself am the^Am pedestal For this^Em ugly hump at which you ^Cstare.

^EmYou who wish to ^Cconquer pain, ^EmYou must l^Dearn what ^Dmakes me k^Emind; ^EmThe crumbs of love that you ^Coffer me, ^EmThey're the ^Dcrumbs I've ^Dleft ^Embehind. ^GYour pain is no cred^Amential here, It's just the ^Emshadow, shadow of my^C wound.

^EmI have begun to ^Clong for you, ^EmI who h^Dave no ^Emgreed; ^EmI have begun to ^Cask for you, ^EmI who ^Dhave no ^Emneed. ^GYou say you've gone^Am away from me, But I can ^Emfeel you when you ^Cbreathe.

^EmDo not dress in those r^Cags for me, ^EmI know you ^Dare not ^Empoor; ^EmYou don't love me quite so^C fiercely now ^EmWhen you k^Dnow that you a^Dre not ^Emsure, ^GIt is your turn, ^Ambeloved, It is your^Em flesh that I ^Cwear.