Destruction of the cruellest kind
Breaking what’s not yours but mine
Taking what’s not yours to take
Hurting, till all begins to shake
Crushing with the slightest touch
Killing slowly way to much
Strand by strand picked apart
Cutting fragments, broken heart
Flooding darkness fills the glass
Evil turning gold to brass
Sharpest knife now to blunt
Starting from the back to front
Falling pieces land to hard
Once together now in shards
