Every surface pretty
is hiding something ugly,
in the service
in the service
of this love.
Love gave no warning
to my serpentine passion.
Oh, the coil began to unwind,
the skin to shed
the skin to shed.
I love you.
I love you.
Now draw the curtain;
there's no innocence left.
In my silhouette
see man is a stake.
Now call the witness
into my descent to madness.
I became what I became
just for you,
just to believe you.
I love you.
I love you.
I have hurt.
I have hovered.
I have murdered in the fall,
Just to be so much closer to you my love
to you my love
to you my love.