It's like being in love you rob your own mind and defile your bed. You ignore the fate of the players who both end up dead. And you pretend for us and you pretend for them. This fairytale will make them jealous of you. But it's not the kind, the kind you talked about. And it's just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind. She is feeding you and you lie with her. And for the first time your right arm becomes useful. As you sin with it you wanna cut it off. But instead you thank God for all of the wrong you do. But it's not the kind, the kind you talked about. And it's just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind