I had to kill it. I had to make you hate me, Before it killed me. I had to burn it. This tempting bridge which, Every night I would dream. A dream of marching across My shambling hordes of sorrows. I would have drown you If you ever gave me the chance. I’ve never seen the surface. This sun, under which you dance, I’ve never had the pleasure. I want you down here. So I made you hate me. This day may burn me to ash, Before I ever lay beneath it, And watch you glow, With someone else.