This is a courtesy call Do you accept the charges? This has nothing to do with betrayal It's about something else... You're right I am not alone It was a one way ticket To a performance from hell Haven't made many friends Since I started over again We were drinking pestilence That doesn't do it any justice With one of the inhabitants And they wish to tell you... (I'd kill again if she asked me to I'd steal more I'm to the core, if she asked me to) I can't say I'm alive, I can't say if I'm dead Wanted to leave you a message But left with her intent They'd do this if I didn't do that They'd do that if I didn't do this I was an observer Now I'm participating instead There is no open door You are here to stay Became a show unattempted In books and in rhyme Who ever knows what comes next Performers can assume any sex