Hear the last confession of Vivian Whip
If you're reading this
My life was lonely, never hurt a fly
Or spared a kiss
Never killed a soul except my own

But when I took you in my arms
I wonder why it took so long
For me to recognize this precious song
Had it been playing all along?

Just when I needed it
When I couldn't conceive that it's
So hard to lose your nerve
To just get what you need
And not, not what you deserve

See the first impression of Vivian Whip
Still denied parole
He's etched in charcoal
Never hurt a fly or killed a soul
Entertained a doubt I cared about

But now I fear we fear too much
I tried my best to keep my watch
To bear up in the light that strips
So stop my mouth up with your lips