Bloody hands to grass stains
It seems I find myself
Facing the same useless pain
But this should be your blood
Dripping down with your lies
Pouring out your veins
I'll make you regret
Playing your onstentatous game
And these should be your tears
Now your going to choke in shame
You  c r o s s e d  the line
I hope you know its only yourself to blame