There are some who disurve to live. There are some who are ungreatful and deserve death. And there are many who have been Slaughterd by me.


"Far away, you keep on trying...
Holding me down, breaking away,
Trying to distance my life.
Not one in the crowd, but one with the answer
The one that could change your mind

But it's not true, I don't need you
Don't waste your time, and don't waste mine
I'm not your friend, I won't soothe your soul
And in the end you're all dead to me....".