Why must this pain inside of me grow?
So I deceive myself, thiking
The ones I love are
My friends
But are they really?
The truth is set free,
And I am to blame
For unlocking it
But should th elies be kept
A secret???

The vine of love for my
Own blood.....
Broke
Sorrow in my heart grows
Once again for the people I love

Is the love gone?
My strong feelings are out
And yet I feel to parish
Has the reaper come to take
Me to Hell?

Or has the truth been my ticket to Heaven.....
No...
Oh no...

Yes, it has been my ticket
The truth is
But only six feet under
Cold now
Inside and out
My families blood cold and weak

Now do I deceive myself
Or have I been misbelieving
Is that vine of love
My friends
The ones I love
Red with hatred
Or is the red my blood
Red for death

The truth has been set free and
I an the one who unlocked it
But should the lies be kept
A secret????