Tonight

I saw your true face

Vindictive

A language of your reaction

And thank you for returning my faith in what I believed in

It nearly went in vain

While you took aim



So when you wake tomorrow with no one left to crucify

You know that you'll still feel afraid

The way you woke up this morning, today



That's right

I saw your true face

Or rather

A representative of hatred

Don't you fight your own wars?

A general saluting yourself for yesterday

While you think about your prey



I hope for your sake you work out your problem lies within

Your tortured mindset you put out

So where's your violin?