You will lose. Do you feel it yet? Do you know? That is the end of this story It is the way that this will go True, I already lost. I lost a long, long time ago Have you braced yet for this high cost? Because I promise you: you’ve lost You will lose Do you feel it yet? Do you see? That is the end of this story The end of this fucking tragedy True, I already lost. You ripped the heart right out of me Have you considered what that cost? Because I swear to you: you’ve lost You will lose Do you feel it yet? Do you fear? That is the end of this story What I’ve done will last year after year True, I already lost. This debt you owe me cannot clear Was it worth what it will soon cost? Because I now fucking vow: you’ve lost You will lose Do you feel it yet? Do you dread? That is the end of this story You now must lie in a cold bed True, I already lost. I lost that heart that is now dead Your fucking everything is the cost I’ll rip you apart until you’ve lost You will lose Do you feel it yet? Have you planned? That is the end of this story I’ll salt each inch of your fucking land True, I already lost. But I’ll cut off each monster’s hand For my lover you turned to frost For him, I swear to God you’ve lost You will lose Do you feel it yet? Have you cried? That is the end of this story The vengeance of this destroyed bride True, I already lost. Why is my groom not by my side? This line you never should have crossed I swear on each drop of blood he lost You will lose Do you feel it yet? Will you plead? That is the end of this story That is what grew out of your seed True, I already lost. You drank his blood down without need Over his name you have now glossed And I'll wage war until you’ve lost You will lose Do you feel it? Have you resigned? That is the end of this story When his death sentence was signed Fuck your fucking money. Murder merits being more than fined Will your tomb be engraved or embossed? And are you panicked that's the cost? You will lose Do you feel it? Have you prayed? That is the end of this story That death sentence should have been stayed Murder is not game, yet you still just played and played You turned true love into star-crossed And when he was killed, you fucking lost You have lost Now will you barter? Will you beg? That always was this story's end It will cost more than a broken leg More than some broken ribs; because you blew that powder keg Your repentance at God is tossed Because you know you can't get out You can't get out You can't get out You can't get out of this You lost