And if it weren't for the fire inside I'd be prepared to die; nickle and dime me until the plague within me eats me alive. Though I see the end of the infected tunnel, it acts as the horizon that can never be reached. With the love of my own I stand in shame as my love would readily stay with a man that wouldn't insult half the country's population whilst I would nuke the entire world just to make sure she was never judged again. And I'll ship her to safety and die in the fallout to show her what real sacrifice is. And as my flesh melts and muscles crisp and my bones blacken, I'll wish you happiness because I never cherished myself. The world revolved around you and I now know that the sun could never dream to take away your shine. So hear my plea, stay with me until the mushroom clouds invade our dreams of a pleasant sky and rip the world at its seams.