You've got to stop this, your unending story
Of all the dark and painful images...

The moon's music sings out in the dead of night
When we sit there, quiet, basking in the glow...

So it only took him five short years
To find out there's nothing to hope for...

I've written this a dozen times
But it hasn't been right yet...

Racked to pieces in pain
Maybe I deserve this...

Blood red vision in the air
Kicked while I was down...

I wish you weren\\\'t worth the wait
And I can\\\'t make this obvious...

I hope it burns and eat you alive
Wrapped in anger and darkness...

Everyone is always pointing their finger
Always condemning him to this place...

You can see it in his eyes
The blood from his past boiling up again...

The stars were shining so bright
I couldn't help but wonder...

He'll take those words and bind them like a chain
Lock himself to his chair in the middle of the...