When their ideals will be unraveled
like the rusty strings of an old guitar
When no one will be there to wipe the tears they caused you
Don't wonder why you can't see the darkness in deserted alleys
It is because it will be in their "hearts"
Dirty containers of people who says their prayers before they sleep
And stab your soul in daylight
Those you should be afraid...
Those who steal your soul because they think
they'll save theirs
The beautiful words of your enemies
And the bitter of your friends
Because many will feign to be your family
Yet, everything but love they'll give you
Those you should be afraid...
Run, go away
The darkness in their hearts of them who call themselves protectors
-Your protectors-
Is contagious
It will kill you
Not your body
But your dreams
And they will make you what you hated the most
A copy of themselves












