My wrist burns like the fires of hell have scorched themselves across the line of crimson.

The only way to win,
Is to give in to the sin...

To love you, is to live again
For you're also my best friend...

Our love was never planned...
But we go hand in hand.

And I will love you, forever more...

The star that burns the brightest, burns the fastest...

The silver blade,
my only friend...

Sooner or later,
we all end up dead.

In the end the V E N O M won't lie and sooner or later they all have to D I E...

Always used,
Never loved...

You can close your eyes hoping that the past will fade away...
Only to find the memory is stronger then before.