I take the violence to break the silence of the mind,
Well I don't really care for you and you know I hate your kind.
An Alternation in all relation to the past,
The consequence is: Most of us die young for living fast.
You wasted all my time - when time was on my side,
Life left to leave you blind my eyes are open wide,
Don't stop to wish me well - yes I will have my day,
My thoughts are "It's been hell" - now I'll be on my way.
I'd walk a thousand miles - just to do this all again
And revel all the while - with the few that I call friend
If I could change my ways - in the only way I know
I'd set the world ablaze - and call it even, so...
Take it personal!!!
