| forsaken |
| The only life i can decieve are the ones that i called theives stolen by conflict the general cant controdict the souls we put in charge make philosophies that turn into lies wings seem shattered I can still fly I can still kill I can still die The swine, the peasent, the horror bleeding behind the locked door peering the other way accross the room.....deception or is it just me? Torn apart like the heart I lost take the needle, pierce me with the cross My hate disappeared with any other feeling my personal mafia, brain cells killing the drug of choice has overtaken my voice Knights peasents, kings and lords kill my conspiracy, kill the whore |