**** cloth and bare knuckle savagery, is the type of love you had for me. Well vividly paint me an imagery. All the little details I want instilled in me. All the demons you killed in me, you still can't see they haunt me crazily. You only half loved me lazily, as easily as paint is lethal to an easel, I want to feel the stroke of your imagination. I want to soar high and feed off your invigoration. Take me to another land eagerly, or use me and toss me aside , with your **** cloth bare knuckle savagery.