Testo: Fall of Troy, The. Chapter V: The Walls Bled Lust.

Contradict this settlement, cause in droves we'll settle this over and under and in between thoughts.
This is not just me, at this point you see, we are finally satisfactory.
Over and under and in between thoughts...

"Blood on the walls, Ceiling to floor!"

I'm drowning in her scent, "the words you said are dead to me, I'll get the last laugh you'll see!"

Catastrophic at the least, In her eyes I'm trying to be,
Reading and writing and finding myself.
Counter action is, relaxation too, reload stations has, blown my patience.
The ramifications, infatuating these words

Set your sights on, the abnormality, the act of stretching out your mind and sexuality.
Will be forsaken, will be mistaken, will be the light to guide you home...

I've made up my mind, Wait for all of time!

Pick up the pieces.
All of this time you were walking away.
Super-imposed in this land of decay...

DEFLOWER, YOU'LL BE THE SUN BURNING RETINAS, AND SPREAD THE LEGS OF YOUR CONSCIENCE... A MIRROR TO ALL THAT YOU CAN'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND, YOU'RE LYING TO US ALL!!!

FAKE! FAKE! FAKE!