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I'm putting this as a song 'cause Elwood said it seemed like it was a song when i had him read it. Its not really supposed to rhyme, I just wrote what I wanted to write.

The cover my family uses
just like the glass of a booth
will forever be hiding the truth
the cover is like the curtains
that fall over the stage
at the end of a nights play
the curtains that hide
curtains hiding

what are you hiding curtains
what are you hiding
something no one ever wants to know
nothing I will ever show
must you really know
must I really show
curtains that hide
curtains hiding

curtains please tell me
please don't continue to be
the cover that is always hiding
curtains open
curtains arise
curtains reveal
reveal to me
reveal your deep dark surprise

curtains hiding
curtains hiding
curtains open
curtains showing
these curtains reveal to me
a truth that cannot be
curtains that hide a body
curtains that hide somebody

curtains hiding a dead man
curtains hiding a hanging man
hanging man
hanging man
curtains hiding a dead man
curtains hiding a hanging man
curtains that hide
curtains hiding

curtains continue to show your secrets
curtains reveal the truths you do hide
curtains hiding the junkie on his side
needle still strapped in his arm, dying
he's dying, he's dying
curtains hiding the dying
curtains that hide
curtains hiding

light these curtains please
baby burn them for me
baby please help me get free
curtains that hide
curtains hiding
curtains burn
curtains burning
finally I'm free, finally