They buy his strings A hundred a piece. But he lets me keep His heartstring for free. Three feet away a man But three inches close, He's a child. I took him by the hand Showed him valleys of deceit Carved into their lives. Tainted innocence, my vice Clinging to his mind. I tell him in whispers My message so subtle. Yet he tells me They make his veins chuckle. One for the earth And two for the world He is the third One more and you'll find Quarters make a whole It's a part of my ruse. He walks through the Inferno With Dante as his muse.