He lays the needle in the vein and he asks the music to come inside between his throat and forearm the melody travels softly in the bones He has closed his eyes a battle rages in his blood an army marches through his bowel the intestines become warm slowly Nothing is for you nothing was for you nothing remains for you forever He takes the needle from the vein the melody travels out of the skin violins burn with shrieking harps cut the flesh he has opened his eyes but he is not awake Nothing is for you nothing was for you nothing remains for you forever