I'm sorry i dont give you happy thoughts to think out loud,
I'm sorry if my words are dark and and always seem so proud,
I'm sorry if that my venom is a twisted visage,
of a former self conflicted, with a hatred that left me gifted,
with darkness heart thats torn apart destroyed by earnest witches.

but once upon a mid day dreary,
a soul laid waste and left with fury,
mans gods were there but didnt care,
as evil stalked, with pensive stares.

but once a womans hands have wrought,
the fetished evil that they've got,
and laid to waste a soul not bought,
twas heavens hands to which he fought.

a fathers place is by their side ,
protected by his handsom light,
and if he fails in his charge ,
he deserves wrath of the devils march.

I'm sorry that you cannot see,
i'm sorry you will never speak,
I'm sorry if they cast a stone,
u should not stand at the gates alone.

I'm sorry i dont give you happy thoughts to think out loud,
I'm sorry if my words are dark and and always seem so proud,
I'm sorry if that my venom is a twisted visage,
of a former self conflicted, with a hatred that left me gifted,
with darkness heart thats torn apart destroyed by earnest witches