Gathering lights desolve and fade
slips inside the skin of one who cried
Like a child as the flesh was made
Two perfect tears
Beneath two perfect eyes
A third eye opens
Surveys the scene and what she finds
The perfect lie
The decisions to aid the antiseptic mind

The rows of clean white sheets
The bodies pressed beneath
The rows of clean white lies
Where impurities and sins all die

In the room where the sins all die
In the room where the sins all die

Gather round where the perfect lie
Gather round where the sins all die
Gather round for the perfect lie