Killing you with kindness is my game
So I might live to see your sorrow

Leading you with blindness to your grave
With no more bitterness to borrow

I've died a thousand times
The battles rage on in my mind
Always an eagerness for more

With shields and flashing blades
I contemplate my inner struggle
A sound philosophy for war

Leading you to endless misery
Forever battling your sorrow

Only in my violence am I free
And I might live to see tomorrow