Sweetness and softness were old friends seldom heard from

As I hold the knife in my hand my heart beats in my chest like a drum

Anger and aggression are now the only friends I know

My heart is cold as ice like it rests in a bed of snow

Strife and oppression are things I’m certainly familiar with

The friends I had will surely start to drift

Once they know what I have done

My own brother stared deep into the barrel of my gun

Running from the wolves because I’m so misunderstood

I used to be so divine, so pure, and so good

Oh where the time has gone

Now I must burry the masses underneath my backyard lawn