Mako

So we begin how we will end; these lights so bright

Our eyes are opening taking the welcoming world.

We're swimming in circles.

I found my lover in bed with a dead man

Giving satisfaction as only the dead can.

Pull out his needs of dust and debris;

Madonna is weeping and staining the sheets

Red curtains hide blackened hearts

Hide White Russian confessions

Hide velveteen flattery

Hide the hedonistic sessions

We hide behind

We hide inside