• Look at you, acting so deep, playing games and crying out in your sleep. Writing songs of sorrows, of shadows, of the bitter night that comes crashing to an end.
    You twist words with a clever tongue, a sad story that’s just begun, then scream in denial when its all done.
    Sadness, blackness, a fear that’s full of badness, all these things are said in a tale so lifeless, it leaves the rest of us strife less.
    Where is the joy, where did it go, is it all gone, tossed out the window.
    You speak of war, of fighting and dieing, a honor of death in pale gold lighting, and I refuse the shallow thoughts, my mind hurting, its bursting, with your words of sorrow and death.