Remember when we used to pick
the apples off the tree...

Moonlit roses line the path
the path of love, the path of wrath...

Does the drinking help
to numb all of your pain...

The flame of desire
burns in his eyes...

Why did he do it?
he said he would rule...

I fear for my life against pain
Just to blame it on you...

Your words like a knife
stabbing holes through my heart...

I hear the yelling
the occasional swearing...