i'm climbed the stairs of infancy
i crept my eyes to prophecy
i think you saw me shivering
you threw the blanket then to cover me
and it was dark and warm and i couldn't see
i felt around your parody
and when the warmth pulled back
you turn you turn you turn
you look so evil in that face
take it off
you looks so evil in that face
in that photograph that i didn't understand when i was young

(that veil falls hard)