In a movie quality, melancholy night...

... So seldom honest, but perfectly tragic.

Intensely fueled by an array of instruments. 

The voices speaking the lyrics of my mind.

I hate you and you hurt me, and I want revenge.

I'm eccentric and avenged in my agenda.

I'm in love with you and you're just scared to love me back.

So simple. I filter the realities into what I want to hear, as you sing me to sleep.

Manipulate me, tell me you love me, but say goodbye. Make up your mind.

There it is again, the violin is feeding my sorrow... Oh sweet melancholy, give me more!

Whatever you do, don't stop. Tell me I'm justified, give me more...

Submerged and surrounded by these calming flames, you're screaming my name.

It's barely a whisper, but I feel it tingling on my skin. You tell me you're not real. You're not even here. You don't exist.

Still ... I beg you. Ravage me. Envelop me in the deceit and leave me naked and true.. So pretentiously I let you lie down... Then you look at me and take your last breath.

... Till next time beloved.