A fast, heavy song filled with...... well you'll get it.
It's about a little thing with a girl and a friend. Sort of why did the prick win and should I become a prick?
Am I cursed with a conscience?
CREATOR OF YOUR OWN DEMISE
THE SUN FALLS FROM YOUR SKY
LEAVING YOU IN DARKNESS
WRITE ME ANOTHER FAIRYTALE
SO I CAN RIP IT FROM THE PAGE
DISPLAY MY RAGE
AT YOUR DEMENTED COMFORT WITH YOUR SELF
HONESTY AND OPENNESS
ITS ALL I REALLY WANTED
NOW THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED
I THROW FORTH MY PAIN UPON YOUR WORLD
(CHORUS)
MAYBE I CARE TOO MUCH
WHERE OTHER PEOPLE DO NOT GIVE A DAMN
MAYBE IM A GOD
TRAPPED IN THIS HELLISH WORLD OF MAN
MAYBE A FOOL
SUCKED INTO THE PART I PLAY
BUT MAYBE ITS YOU
WHO WILL SUFFER MORE COME JUDGMENT DAY
CREATOR OF THE SITUATION
TEMPTER OF FATE
BRING OF YOUR DEGRADATION
NOW ITS TOO LATE
MY INNARDS CHURN WITH PAIN
THERES NOTHING I CAN DO
BUT I WILL NOT TAKE THE BLAME
NOW IT FALLS ON YOU
(REPEAT CHORUS)
WITH A QUIET WHISPER, I COULD
MAKE THE SMILE FALL FROM YOU FACE
WALK AWAY AND LEAVE YOU
WITHIN YOUR MOUTH A ROTTED TASTE
WITHOUT A FLAME, I COULD
BURN YOU FORM THE INSIDE OUT
USING ONLY SHAME
LEAVE YOUR EMOTIONS DISINBOULD