Accustom to rage and sorrow
one man with hate in his heart
and murder in his thoughts
goes out to jump the fleet of happiness
just to swim upon the sea of misery
he kneels before a God who has taken it all away
the devil who holds control of his split mind
war song hymns upon his lips
the poem of peace never to be released
standing on an island bearing nothing more then his scars and a blade
as the wind whispers in his ear about a love that died and a hate that seems to pulsate through his veins
he thinks of moses as he parts his wrist with a single swipe of his blade
as the blood of death falls upon the sand
all seems to rejoice in the death of a man who held hate so close
due to the love he once lost
seen through the tears of a young man
now will you stop to see what makes this young man cry?
