Better get out
Before the sacrilege begins
And you had better get away
From the smiling faces
Of the strangers
You'd better run
They'll take your soul away
And slay your muse

What will you have left
If you don't make it out on time?
Your words will be cursed
And your face forgotten

If you can fall in love
With a stranger
In a split second
This place will eat you alive