Every surface pretty   is hiding something ugly,   in the service   in the service   of this love.      Love gave no warning   to my serpentine passion.   Oh, the coil began to unwind,    the skin to shed   the skin to shed.      I love you.   I love you.      Now draw the curtain;   there's no innocence left.   In my silhouette   see man is a stake.      Now call the witness   into my descent to madness.   I became what I became   just for you,   just to believe you.      I love you.   I love you.      I have hurt.   I have hovered.   I have murdered in the fall,   Just to be so much closer to you my love   to you my love   to you my love.