For many tears, beyond the sadness portrait in years, burns the sorrow into the flames cast by tomorrow. Who will break, who will be picking up the pieces, just to be pieced back, agony dies alone. Who will remember your wishes, when you have lost the sparkling, there is no more stars. Burning in the shaft of your burdened mind, memories so black, ash covered from the constant attack, you are the same old blame. Give in to the hate you carry, give do not gave the have for gifts. Feel your anger, feel yourself, free your soul, the cards are dealt. Kill, free, killer upon killer.