Hold me, as I am a man without words. A song with a lost tune. The thing you’ve come to forget, and I have simply swallowed is what will happen when my puppet springs break. You think how good of a boy I am now, but trust me. From the beginning I’ve planned your demise. And in the end it’s what I’ll get. So deny it now, and do as you have always done..But know it won’t last as nothing ever does.