• Why must the winners always lose?
    Why are the broken made to choose?
    These defeated wretched people
    Feign righteousness beneath a steeple
    Staining holy bodies black
    It's these our Lord God doth attack.
    They all want love, but harbor hate
    In bubbling vats which procreate
    These cowards hide their wraiths in vain
    Seek love to soothe the endless pain
    In doing so, kill innocence
    A sin beyond all recompence.
    Damnable devotion pangs
    To she whom holds my binding chains
    Silences both lover's dreams
    To float as one down teary streams.
    Destruction lurks at river's mouth
    While passion wears the motions out
    Trapped within an endless game
    While acts of God slow stole the flame.
    Passion's fires, once blazing bright
    Now shroud their sorrows in the night
    Reliving moments in the haze
    Slashes at me as I pray.
    The Rock is now the Hunted One
    Impale him slowly, just for fun
    Laughter rending flesh and spirit
    Though he'd gladly die to hear it
    Just to know that Glass was there
    Perhaps she has more love to spare.
    Divine punishment here exacted
    Leaves his thoughts and dreams extracted
    Justice perhaps now is served
    Mercy's broken grading curve.
    Patience only lasts so long
    For hypocratic romance songs
    Using one another's lips
    To sand away at dagger's tip
    Dagger buried in the chest
    Halts the bleeding, like the rest.
    Were the lovers meant to be?
    Accept suff'ring, wait and see
    Were the feelings straight and true?
    When they both said, "I love you"....
    Though Rock left his heart wide open
    It is Glass that he has
    Broken.