A ridiculous favour to ask
like a burning bell tower
this situation looms ahead
epic similes and catastrophic metaphores
are none in the same to our own dilemna
with cat like reflexes
you're already in denial

I see your black breath escape those lips
whispering this is just a taste
a fugazi falls on your hips
let's pretend we'll never say

won't you wipe down sweat off your brow?
we're a dirty magazine with great morals
though as little sense as I'm trying to make
my message still gets across