10/2003
It's impossible to resist the melody you're making.
You lure me like a siren
To the edge of that cliff
Where I dangerously totter for eternity.
I think you love to watch me teeter
More then you love me.
I drink the sacrificial wine
While you play a sad tune on the violin
And sing riddles in tounges.
It's not a repeating chorus-
It's a repeating tragedy.