the dream began with death as a closed hotel and a sign that said gone fishing in hell when two species meet before they say hello before there is lover's spell first comes farewell you shake my hand with lips like swords I cough to hide the noise as my guts explode when two species meet before they say hello before there is lover's spell first comes farewell it's a formality of the soul a law that's very old before there is lover's spell it's always first farewell