You Call That A Kiss?

Each Time I Wake,i Think, At Last, This Is Over, But It Isn't.

Doors Are For Those Who Lack Enemies.

Desperate, Yet No Longer Alone After That Day, Because We'd Found Each Other.

The Raw Hunk Of Meat That Used To Be My Enemy Makes A Sound, And I Know Where The Mouth Is. And I Think The Word He's Trying To Say Is 'please'. Pity, Not Vengeance Sends My Arrow Flying Into His Skull.

They More Than Do Their Work, They Take Pride In It. Like Cinna.