look over and bend
the blindfold and death
the statue is wrong
petrol are the words
i hoped to hear the truth
but it only gets more and more confused
i thought your heart will scream at last
cause there's blood on your tounge

the thorns are misused
leftovers that prove
you hid the stained glass
but the tearful one will ask
who is the one you loved you so much
why are you pointing a gun a t the heart
there's blood on your hands

and you are scaring us all away...