What not to say, my tongue is twisted
with the knots under my breath
I unbutton your lace, to undress
my eyes; worn out and ******* by the day

There's multiplication in such an act,
and I'm so divided on where to start
Divisive thoughts, disagreeing with myself,
whether I act as a dog with only a bark
Or choose to be animal who tends to bite,
chasing tail, and pinning it on a donkey
-it's a game to someone wanting ***

But as I shouldn't say,
I want you call on me, and worship a name,
in the moans of the night
And your thankful glow, becomes the
morning' prayer
Would you still believe in me,
confine in me, in the confines of my arms
And tickle out all of the bullets out of my gun

Behind the shades,
I see the show upon the stage you've set
But once the show ends, behind that curtain,
is where the true showcase will begin