years have passed before me
changing my view to things i see
see my inner world on collide
with another that i left outside
i lived for hate so many years
i tried to hide from pain and tears
tears i wept all for vain
in world of grief i was until
until i tasted blood of his vine
until until...
i lived for greed conscience seared
but all i possessed was only fear
fear grew in a shapes of gray
in world of grief i was until
until i tasted blood of his vine
until until...
until i tasted blood of his vine
until until... |