Don’t psychoanalyze me. You won’t like me when I’m psychoanalyzed
This song is ending. But the story never ends.
“The soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you. The soul would be no good to the devil if it could be destroyed. And it is not lost when placed in Satan’s care, as is so often said. He always know exactly how to put his finger on it.” ― Joe Hill, Horns
And I might just tear you apart.