Salvador

Favoring the life grotesque  
Still silence on the balcony  
The gentleman, razor in hand  
Carves the initials "S" and "D"  

But somehow his wife doesn't bleed  
Smiling beneath the August moon  
She indulges his every whim  
Expecting that he'll finish soon  
 
And their son finds a severed hand  
Pointing directions on the street  
He tips the finger with the ring  
Still hoping to get home complete  
 
Father, mother and wayward son  
Now sit down for their final meal  
And their dog begging for some scraps  
Observes how life has turned surreal.