Like psycho clowns throwing Apple pies
I slam them back the best I can
If I cannot I might not be The Man
This tug of war cannot be won
We'll always be two, never one
Keep passing responsibilities
Like poisoned sharp time bombs
We sit across this dinner table
Candles, wine and food for two
Some fuck's making this a fable
As you eat me and I eat you
Do you feel ashamed to say you love me?
Or am I choking you too hard?
Why can't you speak those three words?
Or accept Death as a reward?
We should kill the things we love, or the things we love will kill us.