Even If It Kills Me - Hatesphere

I have a book collection that sits and screams

It’s chock-full of memoirs based on the thousands of notes

I wrote about you and me

Some say it’s a long shot

I say not even centuries of sleep could prepare me

For what you had in store for us

And when the mechanics bend and the clock ticks

We can say, «If it kills you, it kills you»