My heart is open; it’s never shut.
Stitches that once held have now been cut...

The flower of the innocent
Is gorgeous while it lasts...

Death, Destruction, Killing raids
Taken love and lonely hearts...

Moment after moment
Fight after fight...

I pick a strand of grass
A slither of the green...

I pick a strand of grass
A slither of the green...

She stands solitary
Scared of every movement...

My heart is open; it’s never shut.
Stitches that once held have now been cut...

I pick a strand of grass
A slither of the green...

The pain I feel inside is real.
I see their faces in my dreams...

He whispers in my ear
The words flow like a stream...

Hate and loathing
Pure deciet...