Once A Soul
Coulda been happy
Coulda been loved by somebody
Coulda been special
But we don't know a thing
Cause there they are,
Fighting for eternity
They have nobody any more
They circle the night
Looking for something to drink
Simply living, without a choice
The un-dead life, passing without a blink
Days go on, and nights rule on
And everything is wrong
We all have a moment
In our lives
To fight for forgivness
Or fight on the wrong side
A monster we cal lthem
But what choice do they have?
Survival instincts, kick in like ours
Living on the blood
Wishing to take holy showers
But it's unfair
There doomed forver
It's so unfair
There good as any other
Every one of the "monsters"
Once were pure, and they had mothers
and father too, and maybe even friends
Just like you
