Back to where it all began,
this time with another man.
’Cause mine has found his place
amongst the fountains.

One-hundred-dollar wine to drink
The blood pools in the kitchen sink,
and buildings line the windows
like the mountains.

Stuck in limbo,
I’m bent backwards.
Crooked spine,
and broken plaster.
Tell me, do you know the password?
We’re denied by heaven’s master.

Back to where
the pavement breaks.
Lined all along tectonic plates.
The stars soaked in the sidewalk
spell the message.

When all your lovers
start to die.
You wake alone
and wonder why
they left you here
to document the wreckage.
They tell me that it’s art I make,
in all this chaos I create.
They tell me that it’s much too late.
To rectify all my mistakes.
The kid is dead and gone
back to the
Kingdom.