A broken heart, a broken mind

That’s how I was left to die.

Listen closely and you may find

That when a man from his senses you pry

You make his sanity go away and die

Once that’s done you’ve killed his mind.

To kill his senses, kill his heart

For the heart is where all things start.

If with your heart you part,

So sadly your soul will start to cry

Whilst your mind will slowly die.

The heart is the keystone of all.

Without it the rest will fall