You've got murder in your eyes

and although I sympathise

I can't condone what you have done.

There's no more I can say.

You know full well that words can kill,

yet still you carry on

Can't you stop your cruel vendetta

Don't you know you're wrong.





So sing to me my sweetheart.

Your lullaby of hate.

Let me sleep, my bitter dreams

memories of you





The one thing I despise

is that which you most prize

The total control and fear you need

to simply carry on.

Can't you try another way

Can you give me any hope

Is it too late for redemption, then

sing to me again.