Blood everywhere
Splattered on the walls
Dripping off the bodies
That's the way I like things
Some call me crazy
But what do you expect?
After losing so much
You expect me to stay sane?
Sorry, that's not the way
Things work around here,
In reality, the present. And the past
You refuse to acknowledge
Feeling guilty? It's too late
Nothing you say or do
Will ever change my mind.
I will make you suffer
You think it's unfair?
What about what you did
To my only family, my sister?
Was that fair?
Of course, these questions
Are not to be answered.
I don't really care what you say
I will make you suffer
As long as my sister smiles on me
I will have the courage to continue
Right and wrong, they mean nothing to me
My morals were left to decay long ago
So when you say you're sorry
As you experience the pain
I faced long ago
Don't expect any sympathy
I will make you suffer if it is the death of me.