| Twisted, beaten, and now ripped apart |
| The black hopeless days of a once thriving heart |
| The pain of the process. Your sick little plan |
| You buried the hope but! You can’t kill the man |
| Your saintly disguise, and the route that you took |
| To impale my dreams on your rusted barbed hook |
| You fled from the scene, I was dumped in a can |
| You buried the hope but! You can’t kill the man |
| Wrung out, and torn to shreds |
| Heartless the way you fled |
| Discarded — Left for dead |
| Wrung out, and torn to shreds |
| Heartless the way you fled |
| Dark days that I now dread |
| Discarded — Left for dead |
| Angelic sinner with heavenly eyes |
| Sadistical siren with covert sharp lies |
| You poisoned your prey long before I began |
| You buried the hope but! You can’t kill the man |
| Demeaning white wench |
| Gouging wounds with black malice |
| Castrating victims with hands cold, and calloused |
| Lobotomized zombies, past lovers — Your clan |
| You buried the hope but! You can’t kill the man |
| Wrung out, and torn to shreds |
| Heartless the way you fled |
| Discarded — Left for dead |
| Wrung out, and torn to shreds |
| Heartless the way you fled |
| Dark days that I now dread |
| Discarded — Left for dead |
| Combative defensive rants |
| From a mouth that’s oh! So soiled |
| Tumultuous days, and nights |
| When your lies became our world |
| And go figure you’d slip away |
| With near hardly a scratch |
| Daddy’s little debutante |
| Repulsive, rancid gash |
| Care free, and thoughtless. Your new open road |
| A filthy charred canvas disguised by the snow |
| Poetic dissent for your new fucking scam |
| You buried the hope but! You can’t kill the man |
| New lease on life, I now thrive in the sun |
| Broke free from your cage. And I re-learned to run |
| Unleashing my wings with an infinite span |
| The blooming fresh dreams of this unbroken man |
| Wrung out, and torn to shreds |
| Heartless the way you fled |
| Discarded — Left for dead |
| Wrung out, and torn to shreds |
| Heartless the way you fled |
| Dark days that I now dread |
| Discarded — Left for dead |