for me, sacrifice means something quite other. yeah, i always kill the things i love.

and you know i love you, but you know that there's nothing you can do about it. because you love her, and you still love me.

one last kiss. i need you like i need a broken leg.

see? this is all for you, you want it too! so take it! ha-ha-ha!

you leave me high and dry. a rush comes to my mind at the drops of blood you leave behind. ... tasting your blood means, "i love you."

it's love that guides my cleaver with such tenderness. a perfect strike to fix the horror on your face!

and if we cut open your heart, pour it in a cup, do you think it'd be enough, do you think it'd be enough, to fill my heart with music?