I was sitting next to my work desk one late evening in November 1998 after having been rolling some notes for riffs on a new song. The was one fly flying against to the brightness of the lamp I had on the table and constantly burning itself in the heat. I saw it in a way the fly was a girl who burned herself repeatedly in these bad relationships that constantly dragged the girl in to them. Something appealing and dangerous, self-destructive but she couldn't avoid it.

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