If we all die, I won't shed a tear
Inferiority complex comes in clear
On a windy road to God knows where
A burning desire, this hill's on fire

An interwoven web of curiosity
Curious snickers of death and decay
Amorosity towards the cheerful and bright
If only they knew true love with the night

Turning in turnstiles
Faking all smiles
A broken promise beginning to mend
Opening and closing
And decomposing
From the beginning to the very end

Ambiguously concerned for others
Venereal fantasies which begin to smother
Call to the moon for repremandation
Call to the stars for humiliation

Night crawling until our fingers bleed