For every time you crush my soul
Another part of me grows cold
The goodness forced from out my eyes
Cannot return...oh how it tries
They say that hurt turns hearts to ice
It’s my chest, not heart, that’s in this vice
Every laboured breath I take
Leaves a trail of fog, in its wake
My muscles clench, my hair lies still
My pain is stifled in its crib
Its dying cries you will not hear
Hatred’s laughter fills the air
My vision blurs, I cannot see
Only what you've done to me
My saddened scowl slowly fades
A smile creeps up and takes its place
An empty silence fills my gut
Where butterflies once used to strut
My palms no longer wet with sweat
They’re cooled...the chilliness of my breath
My tears long dried and blown away
This burning anger, here to stay
Oh!
But this lies hidden, yes it does
A bloody hand in satin gloves
A deceptive smile to hide the hate
No warning sign at this gate
But all who enter, please beware
What you seek will not be here
No heart to warm with words of love
No soul for blessings from above
A frozen shell is what I am
A soulless, angry fucking man
So when you ask me “all is well?”
I wish to God you'd rot in hell
For every time...you crush my soul...
Another part of me...grows cold.
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