Each kiss laid upon my cheek is filled with guilt
When I saw you with that other man my heart had shattered
and you tried to fix it with glue and duct tape
but it still remained unfixed.

Imagine that my heart was a clay vase
And your mistakes were a hammer
Each time you looked toward another man-
you broke away a piece of me
Each time you touched or laid a kiss upon them-
you broke more

I was crushed into a fine powder
now imagine you trying to put that powder together with glue
and duct tape.
in other words imagine trying to heal my wounds with sorry's
And promises to do and be better.

it doesn't work
you broke me
and there are just some things that you can't fix.

Lost in the shrill hiss of the wind
A figure approached the site
Masked both without and within
A black mass looks down his sight
Opened fire, suppressed at close range
No will or wanting a change
Just dying to watch rotting slaves
Under his servitude, fill his domain

Lost in the shrill hiss of the wind
The wailing of children in graves
Dig, dig, dig into skin
Pull out the rotting remains
Their fate will be the same
A **** without the shame
No ductape, so no screams
Their mothers would be pleased

Lost in the dead night
Two busted up broads
*** pays real right
After you met that rod
That met the side of your face
Who would pay you now?
Not even your own son
And for him you make it free