Coiled ready to strike,
Eyes as green as the grass...

Their always the opposite,
One a highflyer the other works from the ground...

"Our Lord in heaven...
With this drowning of this mothers sweet little...

When you were living you never thought about...
When you died you meet death and found a swords...

"O lord our Father, our young patriots, idols...

Do you go by Emo?
Because you just can't stand the pain that you are...

You walk,
Each step just sinks deeper into the path...

Listen well to this plea,
All the guys and men out there try to look into...

Just sitting here in my tut,
Black lines down my tear streaked face, looking in...

I am sitting here all beaten up,
I try to cover my ears...

Solider listen to orders,
You screaming from all sides...

There she was just sitting there on a rock,
She had a Diamond around here neck...