what happened to the stairs?
with such a blissful intelligence,
she deems i am unaware

and i am the victim of
malpractice at its best only
the very finest of sin

and no. what happened to your hair?
the most delicate of shades is turning
faintly in despair


oh my God, you've got a taste
the keeper in the shadows

covers tracks without a trace
and jesus christ, you've got it good
with a fondness for benevolence

way more than any normal woman should

where do we go?


tears shed by the holy, hold me close.
well i'll extradite. it's a sure thing

cure the blind, make sure you watch them close
and hide your eyes
to watch me overdose.


combination's set
with the chemicals unbalanced

and a pack of cigarettes
and choke, the morning news
such a sad story, the home was filled with generous misuse