I think you better close it
And let me guide you to the purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
If you know what I’m singing about up here
C'mon, raise your hand
my dear, find what you love and let it kill you. let is drain you of your all. let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. let it kill you and let it devour your remains. for all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, so if death is imminent, it is much better to be killed by a lover.