There is a lover in the story
But the story is always the same
There is a lullaby against the pain
and a paradox to blame
It can be read in the scriptures
and it is not a trivial statement
Do you want it darker
Let's blow out the candle

They are lining up the prisoners
And the guards are getting ready to strike
I fought with some demons
they were middle class and trained
I didn’t know you had permission to kill and maim
Do you want it darker
I blow out the candle