Broken Minds

Lonely, angry with fear
For once it's not your fault my dear

Heartbroken women weep at night.

Craving the sharp tip of knife
Craving the burning sensation of life

I weep for past, I weep for future
I weep for nights to forever last

I cry for salvation, I cry for freedom

Tears, Blood, and Flesh
I shed for the problems within
my head.