Crippled and battered I lay on my bed
With memories that have all become lies
Thumped with a thousand punches, my heart cries
Twisted thoughts begin to pollute my head
Now, the time has come to end this charade
You have a date with my friend – The shotgun
A killing moon has risen - don’t try to run
All sense of reason has begun to fade
We are not waltzing any more my dear
Blood stains the walls and a mirror broken
Gun smoke fills the room - My wrath has spoken
So tell me: can you feel the love in here?
Each part of me is screaming for vengeance
For the love that turned out to be nonsense
??/?? 2003
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