she was cuffed to the truth like the truth was a chair with a bright interrogation
  light in her eyes. and her conscience with a cigarette just stood there,
  waiting for her to crack, waiting for her to cry. they scampered through the
  room like a roach across a wall. yeah, they made her skin sore. yeah, they
  made her skin crawl. they said, "we got this confession. we just need for
  you to sign. why don't you just cooperate? make this easier on us all? make
  this easier on us all... just make this easier on us all." there was
  light and then there was darkness. and there was no line in between. and asking her heart for
  guidance was like pleading with a machine. yeah, cause joy
  it has its own justice and my dreams are languid and lawless. and everything
  bows to beauty when it is fierce and it is flawless... when it
  is fierce... when it is flawless..." on the table were two zip-loc baggies
  containing her eyes and her smile. they said we're keeping these as evidence until
  this thing goes to trial. meanwhile anguish was fingering solace in another room down the hall.
  both were love's accomplices but solace took the fall. now look at her book of
  days, it's the same on every page. she's got a little tin cup with her heart
  in it to bang along the bars of her rib cage... to bang along the bars of her
  rib cage... there was light and then there was darkness. and there was no line
  in between. and asking her heart for guidance was like pleading
  with a machine. cause joy it has it's own justice and my dreams are made with
  all of us. they said "everything bows to beauty when it is fierce and it is
  flawless... when it is fierce... when it is flawless..." fierce...
  flawless...