For This I Kill You among the hallowed halls of pain, love looked to me and passed by, in the field of dreams where young and old play, and memories age I must die, it was not my fault that the battle we lost, shouldn't have ever been sought out in the begginning, the only thing of value to either of us; was winning through the verbalization of sinning, and it wasn't my fault you couldn't love me, and then ripped off your cheap disguise, and hiding beneath the exterior of you, was a woman of many eyes, an eye that couldn't see me, an eye that could see through, an eye for never loving, an eye disguised as you, truth disguised in hating, hating disguised as love, loving disguised as killing, and for this I kill you My Love...... by josh farmer copyright 2000 to all my fucking exs, whom with all of my heart I hate.