You think that this is just a wound you can kiss and it'll all feel better?

Well isn't there anything better to do?

Isn't there someone better to harass for you?

Permanent scars run across my soul, you're only sorry I found out you made them

Would you not trade your lies tel get back your role? And I'm filled to the brim

It would have been totally fine if you had left the knife in my back

But you got it again and you just gotta wound all the trust in me

My brother and I are going to begin composing music today, so here is the first verse of our first song.