Time heals all wounds
But I don't ever want to be
Healed from you

I want your wounds
Deep in my flesh
Your name on my breath
Your hands in my dreams
And your face in my nightmares
I'd rather be haunted by you
Than forget you
Rather live in sweet agony
Remembering trembling
And shallow breathing
Yearning and hopelessness
Home in your arms
I'd rather die a thousand times
Than forget this

Take me under your wing,
Shield me from prying eyes.

We creep through the forest carefully so as not to make a sound
The beast lifts it's enormous scaled head, looks left and right and goes back to its slumber
To his death are our fates bound
Confident that we'll slay him with a superior number

The thief flanks the beast to the right
The chevalier to the left
Together with 2 masters of elements we will eradicate this blight
With our weapons poised and ready to strike this beast we will best

The fight is long and gruelling with advantages going both ways
With horror I see my companions succumb to their fate
My friends sacrifices shall not go to waste
Only the beast's death will my wrath be slaked

Finally I see the beast flagging as I cast spell after spell
When suddenly I realized that my body has lost its power of motion
With a great big roar, a fatal blow I was dealt
Flaws in my abilities has the beast proven

I look at my hands and watch in horror as the lack of light signifies death
"Aargh" I screamed and the wife runs in looking at me with concern
"My controller's battery has died" I cry in distress
"And I forgot to save my game for the past 2 hours! There goes my progress totally burnt! "

Who do you think you are?
You, the one with the prettiest of faces but the ugliest of hearts.

Who do you think you are?
You, the one with the brightest of eyes but the dullest of mind.

Who do you think you are?
You, the one with the quickest of tongue but the slowest of wit.

Who do you think you are?
You, the one fastest to judge but not acknowledge your own flaws

Who do you think you are?
You, the one with the smallest of knives but the biggest of smiles.

Who do you think you are?
You, the one with the twist of your knife at the back even as you're hugging.

Who do you think you are?
Nobody. That's who.

Swallow us all they seem to say to me
It will be quick and painless they promise
Go to sleep and let us be
And all your worries will cease

Sharp and bright, it beckoned to me
I'll use it to slash across my wrist
A messy end it'll be won't you agree
But at least my troubles will fade to mist

The ground calls out to me as my feet dangles over the parapet
And fly I will like a dove
At least over my sorrows will I no longer have to fret
All I need to do is just push and shove

I wake from my dream with a shudder
Do I really want my life to end
Now let me try to face this glorious new day without my usual blubber
0h man, I really need to stop listening to "Suicidal Dreams" from that band!