Meteor showers rain reign outside
but we all stay inside and hide.
we all confide
in our televisions
in our good decisions
masturbations
radio stations
relations

and i can say
hey
that's alright

i can say
hey
believe what you want to
believe that we are all created
if that's what you need

but the seed
can't come before it's master.
the control can't come before disaster

there is an answer

hidden in infinity
of life and love and fate
wait
wait
it's too late
wait
wait
till you wake up
till you rake up the leaves of your past
and don't ask any questions

don't give any mentions
don't offer any suggestions
about questions
that you could ever answer
i am the giver
the light
the dancer

"come to me in pieces"
she says,
as she steps down the stairs

"come to me in honor,lust
and greed
it's what i need"