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