put some lipstick on   at least your lies will be pretty   a shadow on my face   and us donkeys wake up weary   sweating sickly donkeys don't allow their tears   no emotion never feel and drown themselves in whatever   find some meaning donkeys weight cracking a spire   sweetness bent double whole days making polite   never moving out of turn or ever trying to be natural   those with silence inside eyes bare piss holes in the snow   drained and burnt yellow and sunk in self-pity   jerusalem saw off donkeys are only left with lies