Oh, this irresistible game she played,
called throw our love away,
this sickness,
this addiction,
this perversion,
this curse.
Is it worth the price payed,
knife's blade to lamb's throat,
savior of her world,
now nailed to cross.
Spear thrust,
life to dust,
to dust.
Destruction of
sacred trust.
Smokers lungs,
finally die.
