I'm falling, I'm calling your name in my dream. I hit you with a laser beam right at your spleen. You think I'm obscene? Let me intervene, painting the town green. I mean how am I supposed to learn my lesson when I'm kissing you in the bed telling you you're crimson to my red. Wtf do I get? Paid all my debts got fed up of falling right off the window cuz I'm high but you were my low. In the deep snow I see a blizzard, under the fissures, that's triggered by a Hadron collider. I feel lighter, dark like Zack Snyder. Creating an empire, you aspire to be like me but you're tired and wishing you were standing on my pyre. But I'm a vampire for hire, a pathological liar, starting fires I desire to inspire the wicked and make a deal with the devil I'm evil as hell. Ringing the bells of doom while I lay here in my cocoon. No extra room for collateral but it's only natural to assume you're better than the best. Fuck the rest. You still couldn't beat me if you coalesced cuz you're depressed, suppressing the emotions you're supposed to express. Hell I'm not even impressed. I'm obsessed with progress. But maybe I could take a little break if you undressed and I caressed your face, I place my hand on your waist, Angel's grace when we embrace. But fuck it you're not even here, you disappear from the rear end, making it clear that you want nothing to do with the rear on my cheek. So I take a peek down the memory lane. Oh that's a lot of pain. What do I gain? All you do is look at me with disdain but fuck it I'm Bruce Wayne. I'm the King of the ring filling you with killing intent that I carry around in my wings. Out of all the things you hate about me, I'll wager that the major issue is sadism and danger. As calm as a forest ranger when he sees something endangered. But the truth is that i drained her and I blamed her for my mistakes when the stakes were high, my head between her thighs. So I guess this is goodbye. I feel fine but also like I'm gonna die until the pain multiplies.