[I don't need an education
And I learnt all I need from you]
Nagi blankly stares at his principle as the man rants at him about ditching school. The teenager sees nothing; nothing put a pair of endless coffee eyes.
[They've got me on some medication
My point of balance was askew]
Nagi is standing in the bathroom, gazing thoughtfully at a container of pills. He cocks his head and throws the bottle at the mirror. It shatters to pieces.
[It keeps my temperature from rising
My blood is pumping through my veins]
Nagi is bent slightly at the waist; slender arms wrapped round his waist. He�s breathing heavily, deep brown hair falling into his calm midnight eyes. Dead eyes.
[Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself]
The camera lowers itself from his face a few moments later to reveal his arm, covered in blood. A piece of the mirror is clutched in his hand, the glass slicing his fingers.
[Nobody gives a damn about me
or anybody else]
Flashes of Nagi�s past...His face staring up at a off-white ceiling as a customer ruthlessly pounds into his small body...Another of a middle aged man paying him...And teenagers pelting him with pebbles.
[I wear myself out in the morning
You're asleep when I get home]
Its three in the morning, and Nagi is staring at another ceiling. He�s wrapped from the waist down in a thin white silk sheet. Crawford is asleep next to him.
[Please don't call me self defending
You know it cuts me to the bone]
Close up of Nagi�s eyes, melted midnight sky orbs, filled with images of his past.
[Though it's really not surprising
I hold a force I can't contain]
Flashes of Nagi holding Toto�s body to his own as he screams in utter pain and denial. The mansion is destroyed as he unleashes his full power.
[Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself]
Nagi is in the bathroom again, smearing his blood on the clear white walls. He laughs bitterly, basking in the pain.
[Nobody gives a damn about me
or anybody else]
Nagi watches as Crawford casually blows somebody away. The American coldly puts his gun away as if nothing happened.
[And still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you laid the blame on me]
Schuldich is brutally slamming into Nagi�s frail body. Nagi mouthed off again.
[Still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you laid the blame on me]
Nagi is typing away at his computer, trying desperately not to shatter as Schuldich taunts him endlessly.
[Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself]
That night, Nagi is sitting on his bed. The moonlight glints of black steel...
[I've got to make a point these days
to extricate myself]
Nagi lifts the object into view, revealing a handgun.
[Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself]
Again, brief flashes of Nagi hacking into his arms and the blood dripping down his skin.
[Nobody gives a damn about me
or anybody else]
Schuldich is flicking threw channels, lying sprawled across the couch. Crawford is sitting in a leather chair, reading a newspaper.
[And still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you laid the blame on me]
Nagi casts a brief glance at the door, careful to shield his thoughts from Schuldich�s mental grasp.
[And still you call me co-dependent]
He raises the gun to his head.
[Somehow you laid the blame on me]
Crawford suddenly jumps up and throws his paper to the ground. He tears up the stairs-
[Somehow you laid the blame on me]
BAM! Crawford rips open the door to Nagi�s room.
[Somehow you laid the blame on me]
~END~