A bloody massacre of bleeding fate
I cry into the darkness songs of strange temptation
And as I fall to the ground
My heart folds and I can’t help but to think to myself
Who is this young girl and where is your composure?
I know that our martyrs were our fathers
And our children will be destined to the same
And I call to my love and scream for a new sanity
And a new voice sings in irrational tones
Marred with the scars of history’s fallacies
I swear to promise to hold you in my arms tonight
I promise to swear to be everything you saw in your dreams
This nightmare girl has spun her last dance
And found pleasure in the cruelty of young blue eyes
As we lay in the darkness of the concrete enclosure
I gaze at false stars
Creating constellations in your eyes
Malice on my tongue I pull the trigger and corruption unloads the stinging dreams
Which define this new-born fate,
And my heart sighs with conviction as this tight rope loosens its harsh grip
And my bones find freedom in new thoughts of the sweet genetic martyrdom,
That prevails throughout the lessening burden which ever torments my soul.