Did you know you're all assholes? Good, than I'm not the one who has to tell you. 

 Did you know that every time I wrote, sang, was about you somehow? Even my subconscience shouts your name.

 when your life has been 
obliterated by others
who threw stones at you
and tore your heart
you become this sickened 
bag of bones
a stigmata undead
with no amount of joyful
and loving things
to surpass the evil done

 This yearning, this hunger...

 Galaxies unfurl when you sing to me. And it's all that matters.