Havoc Has No Heart
The havoc that I reek upon this world of bitter lies,
the bitter anger that I feel never begins to describe
how much I hate this world I live in, how much I hate the
air I breathe, how I hate everything around me and
I begin to hate me.
And it's not my fault I'm bitter,
and it's not my fault I lie,
well, that's wrong, yes it is, but
didn't you hear me say I lie?
There's nothing in this word I want to live for anymore,
if it were that easy, I'd just shut the damn door.
But God knows I can't, and Lucifer knows it too
which is why he laughs, when he sees me stuck and blue.
Wait, not blue, it's not a color that I'd be, when there are so many
colors that begin to describe me. Deep red, was the color of my heart,
that was, until I moved, and the havoc was to start.
Now my heart's as black as coal, and I'm trapped and alone.
Unloved, and guess what: bitter. But it no longer matters
because I'll throw it all away, just to get away for a minute
or even for a day.
Thoughts of escape are so precious in my head,
that I must let them stay before I lose them all again.
And that is where I leave you, such a sad place to start.
Not like it matters, because havoc has no heart.