You Are Turning Into a Cold Desert When the Sun Burns Away Our Scorpionic Seeds

The Music and the Sun, the Lights and the Wind, and a Whole Lotta Happy Faces Hear My Body Say Nil

I'm Not the Man You Have Seen Last Night, We Are Strangers Like the Smoke and the Lies We All Face Twice, When the Dice Bestow on Us

Be Responsible for the Heat and the Shame We Promise to Tame

For a Second, I Had a Panic Attack and Then I Opened My Eyes and Saw There Was Only You and I and a Night Devil That We Won't Ever Be Able to Make Our Own

When You Walked Out of My Life, I Looked in That Mirror and Saw a Cruel Thing Happen to My Dysmorphic Perception of Love