How's about a round for

All of these atrocities I've made to become

Everything that you've held in disdain

The question isn't: When will this all end?

It's more like: Why did I happen to live?

Through all these convictions rotting my system

All these conditions, one and the same

But I have a feeling I can't rely on

anything but the sound of your voice

Medicate me with a beating

I don't ever want to feel your grip release

Desperate as I'll ever be for

Your unconditional love for only me

Think of all the instances, the day to days

We've spent every single minute

thinking we could play pretend

But in the end it all makes sense

for us to just give in to intuitions

Testing us and our resilience to

The burdens, they're hurting me

I don't think that we could ever be the same

And still I seem to only crave

(Your unconditional love for me)

(Your unconditional love for only)

(Your unconditional love for me)

(Your unconditional love for only)

Time (your unconditional love for me)

Tells (your unconditional love for only)

Nothing except to be still (your unconditional love for me, your unconditional love for only)

Will (your unconditional love for me)

You kill (your unconditional love for only)

Me when I'm under your spell? (your unconditional love for me, your unconditional love for only)

Everything pestering, throw me away, I'm alone

All alone

Tethering tender meat unto the beast of your love

It's all wrong

It's all wrong how we constantly

show these defeats to the ones

That we love

When will we finally learn to retrieve all the thoughts

That we want to leave behind?