I follow her underneath,
Passing by sad ports to citadels of death
I watch Businessmen exhale black smoke from their wretched tracheae
Of course I'll follow her underneath too
Where love is an alien thing that verily withers.

I mix blood and venom in my brain,
A way to steady myself against the immutable tide

Her gardens explode in the sunlight
Her planes fall from the sky
Her organs fail and her words decompose

Underneath it all,
Where Gwen Stefani wonders if you really love me.

Something leaves me and I grow anxious,
It's not me who follows her out there
But my body bleeding on her doorstep
Arrived just in time for a silent bullet from behind...

But the shooter could be the end of the most intricate Rube Goldberg machine--
Just a knock on the door.

Why did she change her mind?
What has she gone to find