You know, baby... I'm amazed at the love we give and the love we break.
I'm inspired by the way you ruin my heart, and mend it back together for more.
I'm in awe of your bitter, soulless eyes piercing me. I love you, but what for?
It's funny when I think about it -- what a darkness we do make!
You know, dearest angel... I worship you more than your dark void could ever take.
I gaze at you with plutonium dreams hinged high upon the winter of my discontent.
I know we share "a love that is more than love," or so you said in a whistful comment.
It's crazy when I think about it -- what a darkness we do make!
You know, love of my life... I find comfort in you, never placing "us" at stake.
The hunger in every fiber of your being craves my touch, making me quake at your lust.
The way you use me, I just know it's love; but then you brush me off like so much dust.
It's overrated when I think about it -- what a darkness we do make!