Hate and loathing
Pure deciet...

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...

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

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...

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...

She stands solitary
Scared of every movement...