the man who owns the place

i have seen the eyes upon us

and i don't think they want us together

i have thought it through

and now it's coming for you so shelter

all the lines that are drawn and the women i embrace

are all agreed upon with the man who owns the place

it's over

it is walking evenly

between you and me

this toothless terror

and it stares us in the face until we break our nose

against the mirror

i loved you for your madness but now it is grown

out of proportion through the cracks in your throne

sister

the number of eyes that are pointing at me are growing

and this fear takes the size my father before me was showing

we get tempted by the lies of the whores and their eyes of crystal

in which i can read the number of paces and the choice of the pistol

my soul conceals a lot of corners

their secrets are yours

whereas i've never dared to descend through the doors

leading to yours

all the lines that are drawn and the women i embrace

are all agreed upon with the man who owns the place

it's over