The tremors that plague
and shake bitter bones
the knife which renders
my heart open wide
It was just an innocent event
a fake mustache now
the face of a girl
broken chains fall limp
freedom hides away
Now it speaks of evil intent
it's as if to say
the grace of the rose
was just a facade
now my compass dead
But i assure you i ment
i spin innertly
but there's little to do
yet follow the blood
my life you hold tight
Only to love you alone
soul murmors voices
you still dont let go
the trail of blood thick
yet i cant discern

But it didnt happen... 
i mumble murmorings
the voice of my death echos softly 
and i shall secure it forever
in the skulls of the living
them that did vengence and had no right
youve sold me your souls for blood