And somehow you thought this affair, was going to make sense.
But you don't know who you're playing with.
Knowing what it's like to be on the inside, realizing the deception you hide.
But if anything, I'm just along for the ride.
Now we'll see how you operate, when my guard is down.
I think it's ironic. Somehow your cheating's erotic.
You encounter a sense of possession, with a taste of sin in the air.
You don't seem to care, when the alcohol fuels your aggression.
This is not what you think, so let's have another drink.
These are, Perversions of conventional warfare. We are.
A love within reprimand, I can't even understand.
Your lies aren't even believable.
My existence denies these feelings, will disintegrate in meaning.
We were not possible.
Trying to remember everything. Begins to distort my thinking.
Anything special means nothing to you.
So we simply rely on a substance, then deny that we know responsibility.
How we reached this level, is indescribable.