Threw the pendilum as it swings
Deeper does its agony ring...
Frozen in place
While they try to erase her face...
Every time i see you
holding her that way...
I feel it flowing down my thigh
The blood is thick...
Why must my life be like this
so cold and empty...
Waked up early by a frantic
Tim, my road buddy...
Melancholy prevails yet again
Watch me crumble and count to ten...
Thinking about the past
and it's messing with my head...
Sing for me angel, one last time
it's time to end life's little rhyme...
She was a lost soul
Who never fitted in...
fooled into thinking
I could frame them forever...
I write of grievance to the Reaper's will;
Who'll take me nether, just tho' it will be...