Candied truth crushed
Between the teeth of its listener,
Whose lips curl and simper
At the drop of a dime.

I've tasted your cherry red lips,
Fallen headfirst into your river of madness,
And for a time, I've sung your praises and danced your routine
To fulfil fantasies that were yours, never mine.

You ended the game with an equally sanguine smile,
Moved your factory halfway across town,
And shuttered your doors gently.
I stood there till dawn.

Baby,
Your lies are the sweetest in the world
And the ticket that you gave me,
I thought it gold.