GET OUT OF MY HEAD, FLORENCE WELCH, YOU BEAUTIFUL, FABULOUS WOMAN!

Hammer on this coffin roof,
Fighting claw, fist, nail, tooth,
With bloodied hands I fight the fear of sleep,
Surely a death in here,
Howl,
Through soil, the moon it shines,
A haunting call through my confines,
Another strike against the wood,
Until my thoughts align,
Howl,
Right here at death's door I knock,
The creaking of that ancient lock,
A bony hand, a hooded thing,
Death now seems so welcoming,
Howl,
Howl.