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....