you). there is always a man. he sinks, dust clinging
to his skin, stars stuck to the sky. no, they are
not stars. i saw her melt past the facade, drift
through the door and i followed and (bring us
the girl, and wipe away the debt, bring us the
girl, and wipe away the debt, bring us the

girl). there is always a lighthouse. and a
different world where the galaxy spins faster,
slower, lovelier, for her eyes are dotted with
stardust. her finger is severed, her heart strings
torn, she's seen. but did she see the lovely eiffel
tower? (the mind of the subject will desperately
struggle to create memories where none

exist). there is always a city. and the man falls,
cracking open the world, fragile mechanics. a
skewed chance, but always heads not tails. and
she knows. of course she knows. she cracks
songbird's heart into shards and she knows.
he is comstock, he is dewitt, he is both, and she
is sold (i am sorry, i am sorry, i am so so

sorry). listen, it all has to end. (are you
afraid of god? no, but i'm afraid of