Look down at the body   You may see no trace of wounds   But in the eye   The eye of the beholder   One cannot asume      Not a drop of blood is drawn   But you know how it bleeds   Beware of the sharp edged weapon   Called human being      It is a shield of passion   And strong will   From this I am the victor   Instead of the kill      I will not feed your hunger, Instead   I bite the pain   Looking not back, But forward   I bite down hard   Try to cover up the trail of deceit   And daggers spawned from your soul      Acid, the tears of remorse   Flow in vain, Too late for regrets   Save it   For the next ill fated game