Girl, what a curse we have love. What a reverse Pavlov. 
When I drool you ring a bell and sing, and yell 
And grieve for what lovers believe. 

Then your eyes eclipse and lips collapse to sorrow 
And the whispered scream that follows is sublime 

Girl, you declaim out of dust 
Summon beauty you must 
Play your way out of plague, pied piper 
Draw down your rage and deathlust 
And unslave the blind sniper 

Still your eyes eclipse and lips collapse to sorrow 
And the whispered scream that follows is divine 

Girl, you’re the promise of light 
Emancipating the night 
From a course of dark dereliction, girl 
If it’s [bad word] that you lived then the devil is fiction 

Still your eyes eclipse and lips collapse to sorrow 
And the whispered scream that follows is divine 
Now our lids collapse like flytraps wracked with sorrow 
And our screaming whispers hollow our divide