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.