Won't even try to recollect
what you might have done to deserve
everything you'd come to regret.
Before your time was done,
you may have wanted nothing more
from a boy who needed you to end the suffering.
End This, This. This, This, This.
This torture, it's debilitating me
to the extent of losing everything,
drop of the dime, Baby. I can't go.
I don't want you to leave.
No, I don't want you to surrender.
I don't want you to leave me.
But I can show you different.
Yes, with my disguise of a vessel,
peakedly bound in flesh and bone,
I have crucified your limp, soulless body.
And with an angry pack of sordid skewers,
I did stick you into something morbidly wonderful,
while you twitched with the rhythm of my surgery.
You are better, now. That's all that counts.
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh... But, I am not, My Friend. You see,
I was going to keep you hanging around forever, if I could.. That just couldn't happen though.
Have I given it all to, for a moment, wake up from some sick dream?
Will I do it again?
What does it matter what an unmentionable speck in a cloud surrounded by nothing useful remembers anyhow, hmmm?
I want you to know that everything is just going to be....