I lost a half of my face yesterday:
It was monday cutting me in two
like I'd be the cake she missed to eat 
on mad sunday afternoon. 
The party was dry, despite of all the slaves 
of wild fridays and those satuday's ravers.
She looked so sincere, sitting there all alone 
so I decided to return smallest of favours. 

I lost half of my face yesterday -
well that side was grim and hollow. 

And all adoration rains down on me
in this world so shallow:

follow the rabbit.