it's more powerful than me
it takes over anytime it wishes
makes me it's obedient slave
makes me ****, wound and destroy
turns me into the ugly
turns me into the dark
under its control
i lash out, i annihilate
i have no choice
i cannot resist
i can't control it
how do i stop it
i can't control it
but i use it's evil
i can use it against me
i can annihilate me

Can sorrow be lived with?
If so how much?
How much sorrow can you live with?
And for how long?
What do you do when you’ve reached your limit?
What’s there left to do?
Do you end it all?
You cannot end just the sorrow
You can’t **** out the sorrow and enjoy the rest
No you have to end it all
But then there is nothing left
So is it worth it?

it flows like sap down my left hand
slow at first, but steadily gathering speed
warm drops of life drip down my fingers
a beautiful dark crimson hue covers the floor
the contrast is quite astounding
the dark red against the white tile
the red is on a ravenous war path
dead set on conquering every bit of white
the white puts on a valiant fight
to hold back the conquering red
but it is futile, the battle is already lost…
as the red covers the last bit of white
I close my eyes

i want to be numb
to all the misery
i want to be numb
to your hypocrisy
i want to be numb
to all the pain
i want to be numb
to the falling rain
i want to be numb
to all your lies
i want to be numb
to the blue skies
i want to be numb
to the whole world
i want to be numb
to the beautiful girl
i want to be numb
to your evil ways
i want to be numb
every moment of today
i want to be numb
to my heart you threw
i want to be numb
especially to you

i will **** you
not because i hate you
i don't know you
so how can i hate you
but i will **** you
'cos that was the order
and i have to obey it

i've killed many
at first it was hard
but not anymore
now it's easy
take aim, pull the trigger
it's that easy, so easy
i wish it wasn't
i wish it was hard

i **** yours and you **** mine
we are told to **** and we ****
that's the life of a soldier
that's the way it goes
we don't decide to ****
but we decide who dies
the enemy we shoot, dies
we shoot to ****

this is war, so we ****
i **** for my people
you **** for yours
i **** for my ideals
you **** for yours
who is right? who is wrong?
are we both right?
or are we both wrong?

does it even matter?
does it matter who is right?
does it matter who is wrong?
no, it doesn't matter
what's right to me
is wrong to you
what's right to you
is wrong to me

so we ****
'cos we can't decide
who's right and who's wrong
i **** some of yours
you **** some of mine
but some survive
some may survive
but all are wounded

i woke up this morning and ate nine strips of bacon
i could have eaten ten, but i didn't, why?
i don’t know why, but i'm gonna find out
why did i eat nine and not ten?

ten seems like a nice round number
it's the first non-one-digit number
it's the first to break out of that jail
he made it first, then followed all the others

if it wasn't for ten, where would we be today?
we'd be stuck in a single digit world
each month would only have 8 or 9 days
well, except for february, ya know
february will have seb'm

we would not have Christmas and Halloween
you can say good bye to valentines or labor day
forget about Memorial day and april fools
but wait, we will have new years, won't we?

we would only have nine fingers and nine toes
how would that work, how will they be divided?
five on one hand and four on the other?
which one gets five and which one gets four?
hmmmm.... i don't quite know

anyway back to the question at hand
why did i eat nine strips of bacon and not ten
well to be honest with you, this is why
i was full after eating nine

i was but fifteen
when you betrayed me
i was just blooming
when you snuffed out my flame

I had so much to live for
after hiding for two years
i thought i would be safe
but you brought death upon me

I was in love with Peter
he was in love with me
i was going to marry him
we were going to be happy

Margot was but eighteen
she hadn't lived her life
just like peter hadn't his
and i hadn’t mine

but you killed us all
but i don't hate you
because i've never hated
rather i feel sorry for you

you couldn't see the innocence
of our young childhood
you had to ***** it out
you had to see us dead

i feel sorry for you
you must have so much hatred
stored in your inner being
i truly feel sorry for you