the dream began with death as a closed hotel 
and a sign that said gone fishing in hell 
when two species meet before 
they say hello before there is lover's spell 
first comes farewell you shake my hand 
with lips like swords 
I cough to hide the noise as my guts explode 
when two species meet before 
they say hello before there is lover's spell 
first comes farewell 
it's a formality of the soul 
a law that's very old 
before there is lover's spell 
it's always first farewell