Call it all labour, brawl over the lace
Call it all a fiancé glow
Lure it all closer, maul a sheer embrace
Call it all an anime clone

Two-tone malaise
Condone our age and our waist
Born of our haste
Born slow

I will wear your glow
I will wear your blow
On my face, ‘virgin’, I’ll wager you go
You broke a faith
You woke ornate and un-aged
Born of a wraith
Born ghost

Our somber ghost
Our somber ghost a fervour
Oh a further haze

Go and I’ll stray

You build intrigue, all
Blue bathe and breed on