Innocence's dead,
As well as everything else
Vengeance's sweet,
When tucked behind his teeth
Don't let this man become fooled,
As well as others with their views
She's still such a wonderful little rose,
Covered in all of her clothes,
He'd take them away
She's headed in a different direction,
The feeling's intense,
She wants to close her eyes,
The door's somewhere in her mind
Don't let this be the only path
I stepped on a field of broken glass
And came back the same,
Without any cuts
And saw that she was there
Giving them a piece that they'll share
Afraid they'd come asking for more
Marching like a pack of wolves,
An army with a great deal of strength,
Outnumbered by her fears again,
Where men wear uniforms in the dark,
They'll invade her body
Before they invade her heart