Violent days have violent ends,
and violent enemies,
have violent friends.
Violent friends
have violent ties,
and after that,
they have violent eyes.
Violent eyes
leave violent scars,
violent scars
leave violent hearts.
Violent hearts
bleed hurt and pain.
Hurt and pain
bring us back again.
Violent days have violent ends.
Look at that,
you have no friends.
Everyone hates you,
the sky's 'bout to fall.
Watch them walk by,
seeing each flaw.
They turn and look at you,
with their violent eyes,
seeing the reflections
of violent cries.
Wishing to run,
wishing to flee,
their souls keep inside
what they cannot be.
