I left you in fields of bloody demise,
With words of hope that were all lies.
Come morning I hear you suffered in turn,
Leaving you there, I left you to burn.
My actions involuntary,
Yet on the contrary
I knew, when I left through the door,
That there will be blood once more.
After all has been said and done,
I must admit it was quite fun
To play you all like fools and dolls.
Now excuse me, the Devil calls.
shiftingeye 