I hope I can compose
A melody out of this screeching pain
So I can play it to you even while you sleep
So you can feel your ears bleed like how my heart did.

I hope you'll dream of me
Thrusting notes down your throat
And I won't stop even after the curtain closes
Until you get it right. Until we get it right.

Because this love is obsessive
It's destructive than nuclear weapons
Hiroshima and Nagasaki combined
Can't compare to our aftermath.