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