Killing you with kindness is my game
So I might live to see your sorrow
Leading you with blindness to your grave
With no more bitterness to borrow
I've died a thousand times
The battles rage on in my mind
Always an eagerness for more
With shields and flashing blades
I contemplate my inner struggle
A sound philosophy for war
Leading you to endless misery
Forever battling your sorrow
Only in my violence am I free
And I might live to see tomorrow
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