The tone of hate in your voice
I sense it...

The crimson tears fall upon the ground
Drenching her blouse with blood...

The windows into the soul
His eyes were once beautiful...

Grandfather please forgive me
I know you can see...

I am a mistake
a human stain...

Everything is painful
Everything is perpetual...

Tires squeal
A car slides...

This battle is not fought on foreign land
Or in the endless sky...

Skin as pale as snow
Red gashes as dark as wine...

Full Moon glistening on Freshly fallen untouched...
we stand at the end of the road...

She sits
Upon her bed of lies...

There she sits all dressed in black
Quickly downing a six-pack...