The death and pain have only begun,
Sucking out the happiness and all that's fun,
My heart has turned into an Angel's lust,
My fate has crumbled to a demon's dust,
Nothing will triumph this inner hatred,
But it will grow into something sacred.
Living under the angry rain,
Now all I can feel is the pain.
I can't trust my own eyes,
For all I see is what I despise,
And I won't trust my ears,
Because screaming is all they hear,
But I'm numb to my touch,
Since I'm hurting so much,
And all I smell is the trouble of life,
Dragging me down with so much strife,
And I can taste the blood,
So I'm left in the rain and mud.
