Freedom is an illusion generated by your brain, to deadly cut the words to ever explain. And love is the taste you get, on the tip of your tongue; better to love and lost than to have lived and never loved anyone. And it hurts cause it's true, pain is what keeps your eyes closing as the night falls, and is you in your sleep, and wakes you when it gets light. And darkness is like a wave that sweeps you off your feet, with tears that cut like knives that are running like rivers down your cheeks.