Sometimes I wanted to forget the existence of this being.

And as a preacher, my love, he sold his soul to the devil to live what he would later tell him as “the story of the man who learned to love with the beast”, living in the ruins of a castle stained by the blood of his fellow men.

I think this mafia concept is funny, you know? I’ve been part of several and within its root it’s always the same thing: family inherits leadership, the others are mere laboratory mice.

But baby, let's face it, I'm not into dating, I haven't been patient… Come through, I'm not living like I did before, everything I said I'd do, I did.

I will always be watching you.