Blood tantalizing
Murderer, hungry for his...

The thrive for power,
Always strong in the wrong hands...

Running bare foot under that old red oak tree,
With you running fast behind, chasing after me...

I'm riding shotgun in the seat right next to him,
Down the dirt roads in the front of his old blue...

Behind an old garbage bin, he sorrowfully cries,
Down on his knees, paying for all his pathetic...

Drawing hearts on my old notebook,
With my own settled on my sleeve...

An old man sits in a corner booth at the local...
As she lays on her back, crying under the broken...

She stares to her pathetic reflection in the...
Letting out a sorrowful sigh; she watches...

Drowned in the sorrows of yesterday and the misery...
The golden sun hangs by a thread in the shattered...

In an old wooden workshop cluttered with sawdust,
She stands with brightly lit blue eyes, showing...

I walk along the golden rocks, looking up to the...
Holding my body against the wind, as a tear falls...

Sitting in an old dusty attic room, she looks...
Wondering why her Mother takes her there to hide...