I could see your sillhouette
from across the barren wasteland...

It seems to cliche
you've heard it all before...

The only thing i'm asking for
is the only thing i'll never get...

Maybe next time you'll think before you play god
people worshipped you baby, like you were one...

I hope gasoline leaks from
every corner...

The more i get to know you
the more i wish i could just forget you...

Why was it
everytime i thought of you...

I take a good look at myself
i take a trip into my own soul...

Aren\'t life\'s sick little games so twisted?
so cruel how life can drive someone to death...

And i couldn't say goodbye
or give you a second look...

Soul filled with blasphemy
overflowing with the pain...

I am your aborted fetus.
I am the one you'll never know...