its the kind of night that i should be in murder city.
you inside my head knowing i sent you over the cliff.
i know what i said, i know what i did.
i cant help myself from being the protector.
its not a choice and its my second nature.
the switch is turning on and turning off
and its not the shields and swords.
you and i need to unglue for a bit i think.
im just lousy and uninspired by alot of people.
youre not lousy or uninspiring.