Hate me like the whore who burnt your door.
Draw me like the tick that sucked your blood.
Scar me like the barren land you'd never plow.
But my eyes once reflected your screams, freed your dammed rivers
Tidal waves, and aero planes, the weather changed
On the way back home there's flesh, left on the floor, blood, fingers cut.
The wind, the snow, tears that roll.
You shouldn't have scarred my name on your arm
I should have had no mercy, right from the start.
The wound that never heals, the truth you never see, the need you have to hate...
(Your) Words like shards, your vengeance hard
Cold as green glass eyes that start... to wave as we part