You fucking whore And every drop of blood From my slit wrist Proves my love Underneath the flesh and bone Underneath the lies I will always love her Obsession never dies Look in my eyes What do you...
There's nothing left for me, except faded memories A faded photograph of the way life used to be Summer days we're still climbing up the puzzle tree Now's the time to take a taxi down to the place we...
NARRATOR: Previously on Battlestar Galactica: [Dramatic instrumental music] ADAMA: Doral! When this body dies, my consciousness will be transferred to another one. The Cylons have the ability to mimic...