By Brett
Not to hold a grudge or care
Condemmed are those who exercise
The right to jugde and purify
Catapillar throwing chunks
Girls who sleep around for fun
In and out, enter me
Going blind cease to see
Alas, could you purify
People of the darkened sky
They hear voices from their heart
Endless winter, far apart
Broken bloody veins, my friend
Always on your side again
I'm not bitter, not at all
Thrue the air, feather fall
I was angry with my girl
I could see her faking world
As I told her to be sorry
I gave to her a poisened berry
As she lays upon the floor
Twisting like the cheapest whore
My eyes were cold, without no worry
As I told her to be sorry