And it’s the darkest side of my heart that dies when you come to me,
And it’s the golden ticket I win when you kill my enemies.
I hear the farthest cry and the softest sigh when I’m empty,
But if you leave me I’ll hide in a game like SimCity.

Oh when I die I’m alive,
And when I lose I find,
My identity.

Son,
If I died on my bedroom floor,
Would you cry on your bedroom floor?
And tattoo my name underneath your arm.