The apparitions tango To the sound of their heels tapping A procession of prosthetic limbs and mannequins They're all perfect models of imperfection With marrow made of cellophane
Strap on your ballroom best Breathe in and don't exhale Oh, Juliet! Oh, Juliet! Deny your name, your father
Rearrange the cells that form my skin See them through kaleidoscope eyes Because everybody feigns sometimes
Blur your eyes Romeo Bend the lines Romeo Do you like what you see? Oh, Romeo
Where art thou? I've dressed up this canvas skin Painted something colorful just for you Self-inflicted surgery is now routine It erases all traces of faces we have all known We have all owned