Dispassion

All lined up
Line upon broken line whereupon he says:
"Give unto me the venal swine."
Upon the stage, a kingdom’s corpse
Inks within his eye

And horse by the thousand
They are broken here, you know
And cities, they are laced
With a devious irregularity

She has the kind of lips that talk her headless
And they way they make her wear her skin
So sure to draw thosе [careless in?]
So sure to sеt the headless straining against that cross-to-bear within
Strain
Strain
Strain
And a fall from grace

So [cool those?] eyes
So wild those lips
So save the soul
Soul down

See the man who proves this poor and cheap
See the eyes that wile invite to climb inside

And they way they make her wear her skin
So sure to draw those careless in
So sure to set the headless straining against that cross-to-bear within

See the man who proves this poor and cheap
See the eyes that wile invite to climb inside

We deal dispassion, and this is sheer dispassion