The words whispered during the early morning.
The sentences screamed "JUSTICE!" whiles
the broken eyes were hung from a branch.
Friendship knows no evil and has no fear.
it crawls on glass, it waits in the meadows,
it waits for the perfect attack.

It had to be said and it had to be said to you.
I can feel the tip of your word knife against my heart.
I harden as it deepens.
It depends if i even care.
It depends on the mood that i squalor in.

It depends on me, this situation.
And it deepens and deepens.