i'll dine, i will dismantle
every halo white and stale although
my caramel-knife crumbles as i
shiver to shed white rings rightly
hold me tightly, tilt me slightly through the light and
love's quicksand is trust so
draw your diamonds from the crust and
mimic mirrors, it's a must, just
don't entrust me to live lust and lie about
the ways i'd learn to die.
