You know one day gods going to get sick of all our crap, put the world in a basket and leave it on hells door step with a note that reads: |
You know what would suck. |
The diffrence between looking into his eyes and falling into his arms, |
As the blood drips down your hands, you feel a sudden rush. |
In the eyes of a victom nothing can cure the hate behinde the happieness. |