Gathering lights desolve and fade   slips inside the skin of one who cried   Like a child as the flesh was made   Two perfect tears   Beneath two perfect eyes   A third eye opens   Surveys the scene and what she finds   The perfect lie   The decisions to aid the antiseptic mind      The rows of clean white sheets   The bodies pressed beneath   The rows of clean white lies   Where impurities and sins all die      In the room where the sins all die   In the room where the sins all die      Gather round where the perfect lie   Gather round where the sins all die   Gather round for the perfect lie