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