Without a question you would finance,
any fund or bank offshore,
to forgive your lack of romance,
as you promise what's in store,
There's no doubt you would deceive,
you'd lie to me and to yourself,
and in love for you I'll blindly believe,
as a film of dust sets upon this untouched trophy on your shelf,
There's no price you wouldn't pay to prolong your soul's mendacity,
you'll allow just any drug that can supplant your Pisces love,
They'll hear your cries of sworn veracity,
my cause of death adorns you like a glove