• With every lie
    With every breath
    a feather in your wings
    turns to
    bringing you down
    inch by inch
    enveloping your heart
    with murderous fear
    how ironic
    that that which once lifted you
    will bring you down
    i bet you didnt believe
    when i said i would curse you
    i bet you didnt think
    when you left me
    that i would serve my revenge
    perhaps youll think of what youve done
    when death glides nearer
    and demons tear your thoughts apart
    and you will feel
    a freezing cold in your heart