Hate stabs me in the back.
as old friends grow sour and new ones too ripe...

In the name of the father
the son...

It's the only option some can say,
but no one stopped him or got in the way...

Casting me into to the cold dark abyss.
where the liers lay and decievers live...

All alone
in the dead of night...

Pain,
Every one plays the game...

Why,
Why do disguise your feelings...

You were a friend once who I thought I knew,
I loved our friendship like no other two...