If Love Doesn't Make A Fool Of

Fine, You Do That, And You Tell Them That At The Very First Opportunity, I'm Coming Down There And Killing All Of Them. Mass Murder. And After They're All Dead, I'm Going To Kick The Bodies Around, Dance On Top Of Them, And Sing A Happy Song. No Jury Will Convict Me.

That's Possible To Likely. We're Involved, You And Me. I'm Telling You What I'm Going To Do Because I Figure When People Are Involved, When They Matter, They Tell Each Other.

There Is No Disgrace In Staying Behind, Not When It's The Right Thing.

He Wanted To Heave The Glasses Against The Wall. Break Them, Break Everything He Could Reach. Beat It, Rend It. He Stared Out The Window, Imagined The City In Flames, Consumed To Ashes. And Still It Wasn't Enough.

You Want Safe? Find A Nice Puppy You Can Train To Come Heel. Love's Supposed To Be Scary. Because If There's No Fear, There's No Thrill.