Something hidden, kept away in the dark
Behind those lovely innocent smiles do they park.
Fallen angel for justice, fell for blood’s taste
Shhh! Don’t cry my dear, don’t sin in haste!
Ah! The sweet smell of death and bruises in my aura.
Sitting at the table mocking justice we get high on chaos
The demolished souls seeking the same feel,
And me among them using my scars to heal!