Well I know thought control.It works in two ways.The first one I hate more than you know.We`re all a whore.It takes one to stop one.I think this could be fun-filled with love and explosions and semiautomatic guns.I`ve got a feeling of spite.The conversation around me now doesn`t seem right.I`ve got this feeling tonight.It`s killing me.So sorry.Did you know?Love, it goes in cycles and waves.Most of them we hate more than we know.Love is like war.It`s fit for the masses, divided by classes.Indestructable by birth.The industry was never worth it.Love made to rock, now that sounds much better.I`m guilty of the previous.Isn`t it obvious?