| a carnival feast plays our ears the beast begins to prey on little darling girls with tears fresh in their coffins lay the town lovers lay in their adulterous beds their lips caked with the spit of someone they love instead a carnival curtain dispells the myths what man would commit such a crime eat the entrails of girls with smiles on their lips feed the rest to the sea at high tide the town bakers lay their apple pies onto the windowsills their lips caked with the dust of memories lingering, still |