How does it feel to be colder than me?
To lie more than a demon?
To lack more than a soul?
How does it feel to be loved by so many?
To give love to so few?
To be less than whole?
Do you see yourself when you're out at night?
Killing for solace
Hunting for pleasure
Do you see all the things given to you?
Loyalty unshakable
And faith beyond measure.
To each generation a Slayer is born
She holds back the darkness
She keeps it at bay;
While the darkness inside her
Devoid of true feelings
Grows danker and deeper with each passing day.
How do your lies taste on your lips?
Like blood you're too good for?
Like bittersweet tears?
Do they taste any sweeter when you lie to yourself?
Do you cry at night?
And does it fall on deaf ears?
What do you see when you look at me?
My faults, my flaws
Which you hate me for?
What do I see when I look at you?
Your faults, your flaws
But I love you for yours.