Hunt the Liars

Strangled virgin's hold, shallow grave in the muddy field Drenched with the tears streamed down my face from a pleasure to guilty Is it nothing but a sedimenatry follow up of the past behind me? Just picture a young boy in pieces instreets from a love once had Maybe the reprocussions convulse such morbid dreams Or maybe they were there from the start If the words I gave her told me her neck is in my hands The window's opportunity would come so sweetly She's a miscreation of the liars' breed Now the worries withhold something new If the world stops spining girl you'd better keep the moving Then the silence breaks your hold as you woke up the dead I've made mistakes but make the day at my whim And now not only are you endangered But to point extinction I will hunt To the bitter end of my day Not all will be safe Only the honest will be safe