Lesson B
Like moths drawn to a light
The scavengers descend
With never ending plight
Pretending to be friends
Pretending to be love
Pretending to be lust
Hiding the bloody glove
They used to murder trust
No wonder why Im a recluse
Im sick N' tired of the abuse...
One who gives all that he can
One who genuinely cares
One who tries to understand
One should always be prepared
One should always be on guard
One should question and suspect
Put a wall around one's heart
This one will not forget
No wonder why Im a recluse
Im sick N' tired of the abuse...
By now I think I understand
Pure hearted means bleed on demand
The scavengers descend
With never ending plight
Pretending to be friends
Pretending to be love
Pretending to be lust
Hiding the bloody glove
They used to murder trust
No wonder why Im a recluse
Im sick N' tired of the abuse...
One who gives all that he can
One who genuinely cares
One who tries to understand
One should always be prepared
One should always be on guard
One should question and suspect
Put a wall around one's heart
This one will not forget
No wonder why Im a recluse
Im sick N' tired of the abuse...
By now I think I understand
Pure hearted means bleed on demand
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