...Heartless
lost and demented
Victims of the cry
It transcends
confusion
magic and faith
Blinded and abused
there's malice in every tear
and the scent of rust
wraps the soul
Hatred is a
quicksand...
Getting deeper and
the world dances with
chaos beneath the
crescent moon
Satisfaction
but it never satisfies the
hunger
So the innocent suffers
as it never gets lighter when
it gets
darker...