There's always been a passion
A feeling, a need to love
Killing, evil sensation
We drown in from above
He looks ahead, she stares back
A portrait as blue as the skies
He can't look away, he's taken aback
By just the sight of her eyes
He knows, he knows
He's got no chance
She goes, she goes
Without a glance
There is no way of expression
For this solo threatening depression
A 7, a 6, a 4 or a 5?
Is there any point to being alive?
8 and 9 and 10 or more
Those are the ones that i live for
I really wish i was dead