Emotional blackmail at the head like a point blank 45 its hard enough to grin and bear the incoming, got to duck and dive. Crucifixion in the living room arms in the kitchen sink, change the decor of your battleground, sitting there with bayonets fixed. You say you want to change it, but you're keeping things the way they are. You want to extend the parameters, but your head wont stretch that far, wave your flag of ethnicide and there you are. So you really want to live, well somethings got to give in this stalemate situation. Collateral damage on the fireside rug and the tele is your only salvation. So its come to this, that your domestic bliss ain't the jubilation you were told. Try so hard to love, trying hard to live, but your private war's just too cold. You dare to talk about morals, but you ain't got a single clue, you state that we should all be civilised, but you ain't left the human zoo. In the end it all comes down to me and you.