• To the error of my ways,
    I blame them on the past.
    The Bloody Sun eats away,
    My heart that does not last.
    The killer, I found,
    Lives nice and safe and sound,
    Tucked away on the sheltered past,
    Among the broken pieces of grace.
    I take away the cover,
    Look back and only see,
    What all of this has done to me,
    A lone and bloody murderer.
    My fears have all left me,
    No more there is to see,
    And in this dark and deserted place,
    There is only I and only me.