#the tragedy of the war we made / was that i just couldn't surrender you

[ghostinthegallery]

Time to overthink the Silent King!

Aw yeah, @angoryt got their request in first, so sure. Szarekh—second coolest necron centerpiece model—is up to be psychoanalyzed by me, a rando on the internet.

Szarekh is interesting for a lot of reasons, and a lot of that stems from how mysterious he is. He's relatively new to the game as it were and he has basically no story appearances because GW hates xenos and also me. Still we have some things to go on...

So what do we know? He was the one that made the deal with the Deceiver (who tbf was not called the Deceiver at the time) to turn the necrontyr into the necrons we know and love today. He had full control of everything single necron via command protocols, but he surrendered that power after the War in Heaven. He ordered the Great Sleep. He entered a self imposed exile and now has returned because he saw something out in the universe that he deemed a great enough threat to return (it's the Tyranids put a pin in that).

He may or may not have met Sanguinias. He may or may not have a plan to reverse biotransference. He has a thing for pylons. That's about all we get.

I see a character here that tried to be a good king. In many ways he was, but he failed in the most catastrophic way. Every single action he's taken has been an attempt to protect his empire and his people and all of them backfired. Biotransference was... biotransference. The Great Sleep caused so many dynasties to be lost to planetary death, scavengers, and madness. And the galaxy they are waking up to is arguably even worse than the one they hibernated to escape. Even Szarekh's attempt to atone for his mistakes by exiling himself left a power vacuum that the triarchy couldn't fully fill. The necrons are completely fractured, their empire is significantly weaker as a result, and it's partially because of Szarekh's choice.

But he still isn't giving up. Despite being haunted by his failures, he's still trying to unite his people and save them from the mistakes he's made. He's trying to protect the whole galaxy from the Tyranids, even though he and the other necrons could just let them devour everything and move on. Tyranids avoid necrons and tombworlds because they have no biomass. Szarekh doesn't have to fight them, but he chooses to because he believes that if he doesn't, he can never reverse biotransference. The necrons will just die a slow death to entropy and Szarekh will have a front row seat to watch the decay of everything he loved.

He's motivated by profound guilt and desire to protect his people, but it constantly ends in tragedy. Do I think this makes him a "good" person? No, not really. He's deeply shrewd and manipulative. He used Dante's and the other Blood Angels love and grief for Sanguinias to essentially turn them into bait for his fight with some Tyranids. Szarekh survived necron court politics for millennia, he doesn't f*ck around.

Note, Szarekh didn't just show up and try to take over immediately. He built up support, a new court, he allied with everyone's favorite robot murder scientist Illuminor Szeras. The guy isn't an idiot. He made a lot of wrong choices, but those choices came from good intentions rather than incompetence.

It's infuriating GW isn't doing more with Szarekh as a character. He's a tragic king! Loved and hated by his own empire with equal intensity. He should at least have one novel where he features (if not multiple). If they want to maintain the mystery around him (which is fair) make him an antagonist for someone like Imotekh or even Dante, Lion, or Guilliman if they insist of featuring the Imperium. Do some uneasy alliances. Get the aeldar in here! Szarekh also shows just how dangerous and terrifying the tyranids are, which is great if GW wants tyranids to be the Big Bad of 10th. You want some extra horror attached to the space bugs? Just give a hint of what Szarekh saw out in the universe that terrified him enough to break a 65 million year exile.

Szarekh is a walking Shakespearean tragedy with a sick model, and I hope he gets more love in the lore.

If you like how I think about characters l, read my AO3 nonsense. Leave a comment, I live for those.

Next on the list: Anrakyr the Traveler! As requested by @fobosfear

[ask-a-bot]

Prime... Optimus, why do you trust Megatron? Even for the sake of peace, how do you... Him and... How can you trust Megatron and Starscream after everything? How is he friends with humans and how are you friends with him? How do you trust them not to hurt us? How do you live with them after what they've done?

I... The humans are... Sunny trusts them. He went on a nighttime walk with them. He left me here to go with them. I don't know how to... I know he wants me to move on from the past, but I don't know how.

... Maybe the human was right. Maybe I'm the one who doesn't belong in peacetime.

I know you're going through a hard time, but the humans have been good to Sunstreaker and you need to trust that. I'm pretty sure they've tended to his injuries or sickness, from what's been said. They've helped him, anyway.

Megatron and I have talked a lot. Turns out, he didn't really want a war; he just couldn't see any other way to fix things. He says it's a tragedy and I'm inclined to agree with him. He swings between blaming my predecessors and blaming himself. Actually, I think he blames himself consistently but sometimes argues that it wasn't entirely his fault. He's hurting.

He... I know him better than any other Autobot. I know when he's trying to lie – he isn't good at it, so he tries to manipulate the truth and lie by not telling everything. He still has tells, even then. He's not as sneaky as most people expect him to be and that's how I can trust him. He's got an honest face and very open body language – even when we were fighting, I always knew when he was about to attack and what he was thinking about doing. He even prewarned me before he threw a boulder at me, once!

The human he's best friends with... got through to him. I don't know how, exactly, but she showed him the real meaning of compassion and she went about it with such courage that she made him stop and take a good look at himself. He didn't like what he saw and decided to change. That's why he surrendered to me, Sideswipe.

He's still... learning to live with what he became – what the war he started turned into. There's a lot that bothers him about the past, but he's going about peace in the same way he went about war – with determination to do better. To build something better than what was there before.

He's listening to me now and we're working together; he advocates for the people who were always disregarded and I advocate for the majority. It's good; it should mean that everyone will be treated fairly and get what they need.

What do you say to all that?

[mochigobrrrrrrr]

𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕊𝔼𝕋 - 𝔸ℕℕ𝕀ℍ𝕀𝕃𝔸𝕋𝔼𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼

Looking back, I don't know how I had missed it before You secured the armaments Walled off, ready for war You let the bombs just float away One by one Surprise attack, why hesitate? Damage done

It's Armageddon in your mind You took the first shot every time There were no prisoners or friends Now it's the end Strangers again

It was anarchy with your weaponry You killed off all that was Burning everything 'Til there was nothing Brought death down from above

Annihilated love

Annihilated love

There would be no armistice Battle lines have been drawn You would give no haven It's scorched earth, sound the alarms You firebombed the memories One by one Becoming instant enemies Hit-and-run

We know eye for eye Would leave us both blind But I was deaf and dumb I surrender I lift the white flag high But now you're out for blood

Annihilated love

Annihilated love

The tragedy of the war we made Was that I just couldn't surrender you The casualty was only ever me Still I run through the flames for you Evacuate, I'm a target marked Bullseye on my broken heart I amputate, I'm torn apart And you got what you wanted You got what you wanted too Is that what you wanted?

We know eye for eye Would leave us both blind But I was deaf and dumb

Annihilated love

Annihilated love

Annihilated love

Annihilated love

[dnickels]

I should probably watch Exeunt again, though last time it short-circuited several important brain processes I need to function but ANYWAYS- if I ever had to make a real criticism of Endeavour it would be that Mr. Lewis got a little too close to his characters, I think. It could always be executive meddling at work, but as the show went on it seemed as though everyone got a little squeamish about characters doing anything genuinely bad or potentially unforgivable-- it was pretty egregious that they let Thursday be right in the end after all the shit he pulled in season 7 (a clear and obvious abuse of his power), or that Bright was always 100% on their side after Neverland, or that Strange was able to perfectly play both dutiful Mason and member of the team, etc.

and I get it, I really do, there's only 90 minutes to get all the character stuff worked in around a complicated three-act murder mystery, its insane that the show was/is so good for so long as the work of one mind, buuuut I think he wobbles on the landing with the biker murder. Yes Fred killed a guy, but he comes out of it looking pretty good, all things considered: Sam was unable to defend himself, a verbal threat was made against both of them (doesn't he straight up say "I'll kill you both" while holding a knife?), Fred already tried to de-escalate the situation-- philosophically speaking we could argue about if its ever permissible to take a human life, but legally he's in the clear.

Of course, Morse doesn't know all that-- we actually saw it, but he had to put together the pieces on his own-- and maybe that adds to the tragedy of it all, Morse making it much worse in his head and Thursday not bothering to explain because he did what he had to do, and that's that-- I suppose that works for me. But then, it makes Morse's teary-eyed "he was someone's son" moment fall a little flat, which is a shame. It's both great for Morse the character to feel that deeply, and a think something important to get across in the crime-wave hang-them-all moment we're in right now. Big Pete didn't deserve to die that way, he was monstrously failed by everyone, especially the police (the very police they work for!!) but it all gets a little muddled and I think Mr. Lewis drops the ball.

It would work better for me if:

Sam started the fight/ been the aggressor (rather than passively dealing), or perhaps had some beef with the gang from his time in prison-- something to make him more culpable, other than the insensible would-be victim of a cold blooded assassination

The knife had been dropped/everyone was disarmed and surrendering

The impetus for killing was a less clear and direct threat-- "we'll be back, and we'll get you/your family/your little dog too"

That way there's both an understandable impetus for committing murder, but it still is murder, as opposed to self-defense. You could even work in the fact that Thursday is honestly pretty old at this point-- ex-army or no, I don't think he's going to win a hand-to-hand fight with a man 20ish years his junior, especially not if he has backup in the bar just a shout away. It also makes it a clear example of playing favorites-- his son just tried to pull the very same shit (turf war murder) but Fred put his finger on the scale because he's family, something he is very much not supposed to do. Its a culmination of all the really heinous acts of brutality he's done over the course of the seasons, which they've wriggled out of addressing because the targets were 'justified' (HEAVY scare quotes)-- if the very last act was the ultimate crime, one that couldn't be brushed off with the idea that the victim will walk if off, I think it would really land. It would make that final separation/disillusionment agonizing, because Morse would have to own up to all the times he looked the other way and let Thursday do things he knew perfectly well were unacceptable-- in some ways he's culpable in this final murder as well, not just in covering it up. The people who were supposed to be getting justice for this boy did him the final injustice, etc. The themes are so rich!! Just a liiiiiitle tweak...

(I'm also not sure if I believe an non-local gang of bikers in the '70s has the capability to solve a murder and then track down the perpetrators (they couldn't find a good time to assassinate Lott without Morse's tipoff) or hold a decades long blood-feud with an unknown party, but I that's a different issue, I can wave it off)

[what-the-stark]

👀

send 👀 for a dirty thought and/or fantasy my muse has had about yours.

Oh, so you want a damn novel.

Fair, we've written one over the years. An entire series full of adventure, romance, tragedy, drama...it would definitely not pass the PG vibe check. And if that sounded sappy, well. It was meant to be. I don't even know where to start. I'd usually say the beginning's a good place, but I feel like I've never not wanted you.

That first party was something else though, huh? We started the evening with sarcasm and scotch and ended it naked and enthusiastically desecrating one of my worktables while Cap and every other hero-type of any note in town was up on the Party Deck rocking their collective asses off. I guess I didn't have much of an opportunity for fantasies about you before then, since you were generally threatening me every time we met up. But I sure did afterwards. Planning that party was the best call I ever made.

And then there's the time a year or so later you agreed to go to that gala with me. I still regard that whole situation as an incredible persuasive triumph, for the record. It took me months to convince you, but totally worth the effort. Getting you in formalwear was definitely a thing I needed in my life. And in the backseat of my limo, apparently...even though you refused to wear the tie. I couldn't wait to get you out of all that, and poor Happy was cooling his heels outside while we wrecked each other. And the limo. It was armored, but that didn't seem to matter much.

We never did make it to the gala.

I feel like our trip to Disney's sort of a fluffy dessert fantasy after all that. You didn't even push, just sort of side-eyed me when the park was empty that night. I'd been harassing you to go for actual years, and when we finally do make it there — however reluctantly on your part — we were alone. I'm sure that Star Wars ride was never the same (literally certain, I had to buy them a new ride car) but that was one entertaining check on my sexual bucket list, and honestly if the theme of the park was riding you, I'd visit way more often.

In hindsight, a lot of our lives together have involved me harassing you until you break down and humor me over one thing or another.

But I get it. Surrender is your love language. And you've always spoken mine.

[mimisempai]

The beat of your heart soothes me to sleep

Summary

5 times where Loki falls asleep in Mobius' presence and once where Loki helps Mobius to fall asleep.

Answer to an anon prompt request on tumblr

"Loki falling asleep with Mobius around"

As always when it goes on this trope, I got carried away.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32649739

2597 words - Rating G

1.

As Mobius emerged from the shelves of the archives, deserted at this hour of the evening, his gaze fell on the tables, and one table in particular.

The table that reminded him of the first days of his meeting with Loki, and the very first time he had realized how much Loki trusted him.

They were both still in the taming phase at this point in their relationship, each gauging the other's reactions.

They were doing intensive research. Mobius, immersed in the files, had not noticed that Loki had become silent while a few minutes earlier he was commenting on every sentence of what he was looking for. He yawned and at that moment noticed something unimaginable, Loki had fallen asleep.

Moreover, it was not a light nap. From the sound of his steady breathing, it was a deep sleep.

For someone as suspicious as Loki, the fact that he slept in this way in the presence of someone was a miracle in Mobius' eyes.

To sleep in front of someone you barely know. How much trust does that take?

At that moment Mobius knew that something had changed, at least for him.

He didn't know at the time what the future would hold, but before waking him up, Mobius told himself that he would do everything in his power to preserve the trust that Loki seemed to have in him.

Whatever it takes.

He recalled the memory fondly as he stroked the table with one hand in passing, right where Loki had fallen asleep that day.

As he looked up to continue on his way, he was surprised to see Loki waiting for him on the doorstep. He wondered, blushing slightly, if Loki had seen his gesture and if he too remembered.

Mobius didn't have to wonder for long, Loki leaned over, kissed him on the cheek and simply said in his ear, "I remember, too." Then Loki straightened up, took Mobius' hand and added, "Come on love, let's go home."

2.

"Okay, tell me what are the top 3 laws to avoid breaking?"

Loki sitting at his desk, let out a deep sigh before protesting, "Mobiuus, I can't take it anymore, you've been making me repeat the laws and workings of the TVA for two hours."

Mobius replied firmly, "Even if you think you don't need them, it's important that you know them, you're going to be responsible for training recruits in the field and while I have no doubt about your teaching skills, you'll be a role model and as such you-"

"Do not disrupt the flow of time," Loki began to enumerate in a sullen voice.

Mobius smiled fondly and nodded approvingly as Loki continued, "Avoid time travel and do not contact people in the past to save them from their future."

Loki yawned ostensibly to show his annoyance.

"Perfect!" replied Mobius who walked away from the desk as he spoke, "Now we will review some of the punishable crimes by the TVA, such as time theft, time misconduct, or time jumps that can destabilize the continuity of space-time. What can you tell me about that last one, Loki?"

Silence answered him.

"Loki, stop being a child and answer," said Mobius in a slightly irritated tone.

Still no reaction. Mobius turned around and couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of his eyes.

Loki had fallen asleep, his head on his arms crossed on the desk.

Mobius approached and looked with tenderness at the black locks that had slid down his lover's face, the little puffs of air that came out of his mouth and made the sheets of paper in front of him tremble, but above all the look of complete surrender.

Mobius shook his head and looked around before finding what he was looking for. He went to grab a blanket folded on the arm of a chair in the corner of the room. He unfolded it and laid it gently on Loki's shoulders. He leaned over, placed a kiss on Loki's head and whispered in his ear, "I'll come back later..."

Loki answered with a groan under Mobius' amused look.

3.

"According to Hesiod, Eris is the daughter of Nyx and gives birth alone, like her mother, to many children, all evil. She is the relentless Discord, both companion and sister of the murderer Ares, who at first rises timidly, but soon touches the sky with her forehead and treads the earth with her feet. The most famous story of Eris tells that she started the Trojan War by provoking the Judgment of Paris. The goddesses Hera, Athena and Aphrodite had been invited, along with the rest of Olympus, to the forced nuptials of Peleus and Thetis, who would become the parents of Achilles, but Eris had been dismissed because of her tendencies to cause trouble.So she gives birth to the worst calamities and seems to announce the apocalypse."

Mobius paused in his reading as he felt Loki fidgeting, shaking his head in Mobius' lap. They were enjoying what was probably one of Mobius' favorite activities since they had been living together.Loki lying on the couch, his head in Mobius' lap while Mobius read aloud, one hand in Loki's hair or in Loki's hand on his chest.

Loki, surprised to learn that Greek and Roman mythologies had many similarities with Norse mythology, had asked Mobius to read him the story of the goddess Eris, Loki's Greek equivalent.

"Of course, there's nothing good about my Greek equivalent!" snapped Loki. "Whatever our origin, we can only do evil."

Mobius grabbed Loki's chin to turn his face upward and said in a scolding tone, "Loki, I thought you knew by now that this was not the case. That you didn't have to live up to this destiny. After all this time, you still don't believe it? You still don't believe me?"

Loki sighed and took hold of the hand that held his chin and intertwined his fingers with it, "Of course I believe you, it's just hearing that, brings back memories that taste bitter."

Mobius leaned over, pressed a kiss to Loki's mouth and resumed reading. "I think you'll like the next part... Eris is also the one Zeus sends to awaken the fighting spirit of the warlords so that they will throw themselves into battle.She is therefore also the goddess of emulation.  Eris is a portal that opens to individual energies. It generates the pioneers, to move the collective energies. She unconsciously forces us to take a direction, to take a path."

"Hm you're right," Loki interrupted him, "I really like that. "Go on."

Mobius chuckled and continued, "Eris forces action, reaction.  Eris causes chaos to prepare the necessary future mutation. Eris is a trigger, a revealer. She participates in the tragedy of life."

"Hmmm..."

"Loki?"

Mobius felt Loki's head get heavier on his lap and Loki's hand clutching his own slowly loosened its grip. He leaned forward a little to see that Loki had fallen asleep. This was no longer a rare occurrence, but it never ceased to amaze Mobius as to its deeper meaning. He pulled the plaid that was at the end of the couch over Loki's legs, taking care not to wake him up, then resumed his reading.

"Eris turns our lives upside down, plunging us into chaos. If she spreads mischief through all, she also throws the trouble in oneself. It is to open a new way. A new life where we will never be the same again."

These last sentences made Mobius smile, because this is exactly what Loki had done in his life. He had opened a new life for Mobius that had changed him forever, for the better.

He closed the book carefully and put it on the armrest. Carding his fingers gently in Loki's hair, who purred in response, he let himself be lulled by the sweetness of the moment and fell asleep in turn.

4.

"I am exhausted, ex-haus-ted!" exclaimed Loki as he entered their apartment.

Mobius, busy preparing the meal, watched him enter the kitchen, smiling at his lover's antics as Loki continued to talk while undressing.

8 hours training new recruits in combat techniques combined with magic!  8 hours! Mobius you are the boss, you could do something!"

He had arrived in front of Mobius, planted a kiss on his lips before continuing to unbutton his shirt without giving him a chance to respond. "I'm going to shower and come eat, love."

Mobius followed him with his eyes and shook his head before returning to the dinner preparation.

Later, sitting at the table, they ate dinner and talked about their day. Loki was much calmer and more relaxed after showering.

Although the training had indeed exhausted him, Loki was nonetheless enthusiastic about his students' progress. But towards the end of the meal, as Mobius told an anecdote about one of his day's events, he saw that he was losing Loki's attention. His head was nodding as he visibly struggled against sleep.

"Loki, sweetheart, let me put the dishes away and you go to bed, I can see you're really exhausted," Mobius said in a gentle tone.

Loki didn't protest, got up and gave Mobius a gentle hug before saying, "Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve someone as caring as you."

To which Mobius replied, "Nothing, you're just you and I'm just me."

Loki smiled and gave him one last kiss before walking off to their room like a robot.

Mobius went to put the dishes away, turned off the lights and headed for their room. When he entered he was surprised to see Loki sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Loki?"

Receiving no answer, he walked over to find that Loki had fallen asleep like that. He must have really been exhausted.

"Loki, sweetheart, you should go to bed."

Loki groaned in response. Mobius laughed silently. He opened the sheets, gently helped Loki to lie down, carefully removed his sweatpants and T-shirt, Loki malleable as a disarticulated doll in his arms. The degree of trust and acceptance that Loki had in his arms was something new for Mobius every time. Something absolutely extraordinary.

Mobius laid down beside him, covered them both before taking Loki in his arms and after a tender kiss on his forehead, let himself be carried away by sleep.

5.

Loki knocked gently on Mobius' office door before poking his head through the doorway.

"Ready to go home?"

Mobius looked up from his work sheepishly and replied, "Loki, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be able to leave right away, I have some urgent reports due tomorrow, so I'll be staying late. It's not even worth waiting for me."

Loki didn't hold it against him, he walked over to him, took his face in his hands, kissed him gently before pretending to wipe the creases on Mobius' forehead with his fingers. "Don't worry like that, love, take as much time as you need. I'll leave you a piece of dinner in the fridge for when you get home."

"Thank you for being so understanding."

"You're welcome." replied Loki as he walked away.

Mobius followed him with a grateful smile on his lips before getting back to work.

Three hours later he walked through the door of their apartment, the living room was in darkness except for a small lamp lit near the armchair where Loki was sitting.

He gasped as he approached, Loki was sleeping, that was something he was used to, but what surprised him was that Loki was wearing one of his shirts. Mobius swallowed when he saw that he wasn't wearing any pants, just the shirt and his underwear, bare feet curled under him on the chair. He looked so vulnerable like that, that Mobius' throat tightened. Mobius crouched down in front of the chair and lightly placed his hand on Loki's bare knee so as not to startle him as he called softly, "Loki... Sweetheart... our bed is much more comfortable to sleep in."

Loki's eyes flickered before slowly opening, a smile lighting up his face when he saw Mobius.

"Mobius, you're finally home."

Mobius nodded, stood up and held out his hand to Loki, "Come on, the bed is more comfortable."

He accompanied him to their room, watched him go to bed before going to get ready for the night, also feeling exhausted.

A few moments later, he joined Loki in their bed. He lay on his back and Loki came closer, resting his head on his chest and wrapping his arm around his stomach.

"Loki..." Mobius had a question burning in his mind.

"Hm..."

"Why are you wearing my shirt?"

Loki cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed, "I tried to fall asleep in our bed, but without you I couldn't, so I thought if I wore something of yours, maybe I could, but no, the bed is too big without you, so instead I waited for you in the living room, and finally fell asleep in the chair."

Mobius tightened his arm around Loki's shoulders and said in a voice hoarse with emotion, "you can go to sleep now, I'm here, sweetheart."

Loki snuggled up to him in approval and it wasn't long before Mobius felt the weighted head and steady breath against him, which in turn lulled Mobius into a deep sleep.

+1.

Mobius sat at the kitchen counter, clutching a cup of tea. He couldn't stop shivering.

It was the middle of the night,  it was half past two in the morning. He had been awakened by a nightmare and could not get back to sleep. He didn't want to wake Loki, so he came to the kitchen to try to calm down with a cup of tea.

The nightmares of Mobius were often the same, reminiscences of the lives that he had erased in the name of the previous TVA. It was often the conversation with Sylvie that came back to haunt him.

"All that time, I really believed we were the good guys."

"Annihilating entire realities, orphaning little girls, classic hero stuff."

Of course Mobius had never thought of himself as a hero, but he thought he was doing good and now realized how blind he had been.

And it was hard because there was no way to make amends, no way to redeem himself, because most of the people he had taken had ended up in the void and had not survived Alioth. At night Mobius could not think beyond the throbbing pain of guilt.

Suddenly, hands rested gently on his shoulders.

"Mobius? Are you okay?"

Then without waiting for an answer the hands slid forward and Mobius found himself with Loki's chest pressed against his back and Loki's chin resting on his head.

"I had another nightmare," he whispered, hoarse and vulnerable. Loki hummed, moved back and gently rubbed the back of Mobius' neck..

"Come back to bed with me," Loki's voice was warm and sleepy. Loving. Soothing. He took the cup from Mobius, discarding the now cold tea and rinsing the cup, before taking Mobius' hands and dragging him towards their room. Loki made him lie down before tightening his arms and legs around Mobius who in turn tightened his arms around Loki.

"Thank you," he whispered into Loki's soft hair.

Loki simply tightened his arms around him, and said softly, "Sleep my love, I am here, this time I am the one protecting you."

Mobius fell asleep, a dreamless sleep, only aware of Loki's presence shielding him from the world and from himself.

Beloved.

________

Whole series of one shot here : X

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

[adecoysoul]

Looking back, I don't know how

I had missed it before

You secured the armaments

Walled off, ready for war

You let the bombs just float away

One by one

Surprise attack, why hesitate?

Damage done

It's Armageddon in your mind

You took the first shot every time

There were no prisoners or friends

Now it's the end

Strangers again

It was anarchy with your weaponry

You killed off all that was

Burning everything

'Til there was nothing

Brought death down from above

Annihilated love

Annihilated love

There would be no armistice

Battle lines have been drawn

You would give no haven

It's scorched earth, sound the alarms

You firebombed the memories

One by one

Becoming instant enemies

Hit-and-run

We know eye for eye

Would leave us both blind

But I was deaf and dumb

I surrender

I lift the white flag high

But now you're out for blood

Annihilated love

Annihilated love

The tragedy of the war we made

Was that I just couldn't surrender you

The casualty was only ever me

Still I run through the flames for you

Evacuate, I'm a target marked

Bullseye on my broken heart

I amputate, I'm torn apart

And you got what you wanted

You got what you wanted too

Is that what you wanted?

We know eye for eye

Would leave us both blind

But I was deaf and dumb

Annihilated love

Annihilated love

Annihilated love

Annihilated love