I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of.

The whole time… she fought on that same border between reason and madness… She fought with a mixture of sadness, anger, and several other emotions for me that can't be described with words… And in the very last game… at the very last moment… she managed… to seize victory."

Draw me under, cut me open
Take my heart, I give it to you
Call the thunder and bring the storm
Hold me close, I beg of you

Yeah you built up a world of magic
If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart

'Cause all your heads are gonna roll
I've made your misery my goal
So if you want survival
Kneel on my arrival
for this is how I rule the world

in so profound a doubt except she tell it thee, who shall be a light between truth and intellect. I know not if thou understand: I speak of Beatrice.

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Losing control of our feelings
We all must be dreaming this life away
In a world so cold

would have used insane magic to create a puzzle that no one could understand, muddling matters and sneering.