It brings hysteria to a black heart
A black heart is still a heart, just the same
That even after soul's teleportation, astral projection
...to hell, in which we don't come back the same
That I weep when grief should take precedence
Over the carelessness of an owner of a lighter piece
Of that tarred, bloody thing
Of that reluctant, pounding thing
People tend to wonder why you show tears
When understanding them is what they've made you ask for
Nobody ever wants to love you (Your horde of demons do)
When you reach a hand out from the web of darkness
(With those very demons)
It could save your life, you know (But why would we want that?)
But they focus on how you never give...love...
And consumed, you carry on
A demonic presence, reluctant
Visions of goodness begin to sicken (Nauseate)
Those that create love break it
Evil looks so right at these times
...or shall I say "looks so left"...
...all that's left...
oh, that tarred, bloody thing...

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