Wilder Maker All Power Must Remain Hidden
They met at a party between the rustling of coats in a subterranean bar in the east village ghost
Where everyone had a novel and the bathroom had two people and the sound of the keys echoing off the tile
She drank red wine but she never once paid
A master of economies beyond what men made
She saw layers and behaviors had a nose for the еternal put herself in thе void let the map form around her
He drank vodka in a loose aspiration towards purity running lonely miles round the park
And then smoking spirits to ashes on the walk up flatbush sweat freezing on his lashes in the too early darkness
What men fear the most is the end of rules and anyone who knows can rule em
All power must remain hidden or it can be undone like a single knot holding up a black dress
Nothing was said but everything changed on armchairs at the editor's place his library towering above them
She smoked out the window her legs over the arm the air blurred like a love song on an old 45
When Cal stood to go she said she was going too
A bead flew from the rosary and everyone knew
The men made a bunch of noise before they did what she said
They couldn't stand to see the death threat spelled out in sex they had to shake hands
And she watched them
What men fear the most is the end of rules and anyone who knows can rule em
All power must remain hidden or it can be undone like a single knot holding up a black dress
The editor finishes his 12 year scotch slowly under the wall of books
He is untouched by jealousy
The coke builds houses around him
The coke builds houses around him
He is smiling in the barricaded fortress of his life
He is smiling in the barricaded fortress of his life
And the dullest way to die, yeah the dullest way to die
The dullest way to die is money
What men fear the most is the end of rules and anyone who knows can rule em
All power must remain hidden or it can be undone like a single knot holding up a black dress
