Then this thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes, and you take that to new extremes.
But you’ll always be my hero, even though you’ve lost your mind.
Now there's treble in our voices as they shatter from the fight
In this tug of war you'll always win even when I'm right
Cos you feed me fables from your head, with violent words and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied
