The windows into the soul
His eyes were once beautiful...

I will always remember
the look in your eyes...

Skin as pale as snow
Red gashes as dark as wine...

The tone of hate in your voice
I sense it...

There she sits all dressed in black
Quickly downing a six-pack...

She sits
Upon her bed of lies...

We were friends
But i wanted more...

Tires squeal
A car slides...

Everything is painful
Everything is perpetual...

She's lying in a bed of silk
A red CHOKER around her neck...

I am a mistake
a human stain...

This battle is not fought on foreign land
Or in the endless sky...