Tell me a story that ends with a lie,
Begins with an angel collapsed in his cry,
Sing me a song as loud as you mean,
As soft as your whisper as coarse as your scream,
Gasp in my ear your words as you pass,
Dreadful with sorrow you saved just for last,
Cry in my arms and describe all your pain,
Your hatred and lonely days left in the rain,
Watch all the feathers they fall to the ground,
Blood stained with horror yet making no sound,
Wrapped in his melody silently soft,
Savagely vain, yet leaving no mark,
Now mutter your secrets from which you had ran,
For I lie in my tomb and I can’t understand.