Prologue:
Hold on tight, look away if you want, just hold...
Pull my strings
Puppet master...
A game of cat and mouse.
That's all this is...
Standing on the edge of a cliff,
Looking down...
There is one request of me
Don't ever ask of me...
They dumped me in the Forrest,
Alone and by myself...
Her words tainted by his blood
Of a lover once pasted...
Lying on my bed surrounded by darkness,
Staring at the electric clock which now reads 1:15...
Ripping on the inside
Riping on the out...
The passion for Conformity,
riches, houses, fashion, dominance...
The lonely.
The soulless...
Too many kisses to count
too many puddings to eat...