I was in love with the memory of love.

I've lived a dream, and now that dream is over.

If your heart stops beating, just know; my soul dies with you.

You ask; "Where have all the nice guys gone?" I answer; "You've killed them all."

Where have all the good times gone?

I'm back, and this time. Not even God will stop me.

Why fear death? Life is much more destructive.

I am trying to free your mind. If you see some kind of hideous paradox in it then so be it. The world's full of em