Whispering winds reveal to me
Your bed of lies, your bed of sin
Cut out the black, stay with the blue
I cut you out ‘cause we were through

Your twisted, mangled, beat up face
It makes me sad, your fall from grace
But don’t feel bad about your fall
If you can even feel at all

You speak in code, you make me sore
You’re everything that I abhor
I ended that; you say no more
So Rest In Peace, you ******* *****