"My eyes will burn,

To keep tears at bay.

My heart will yearn,

Every hour of every day.

You push me under,

To keep yourself above.

My heart pounds like thunder,

You will receive no love.

Not from the victims you drown,

Not from the innocence you burn,

If this truth gives you a frown,

I'll try to act concerned.

Though I will not succeed-

I really see no need,

To dance to your little drum,

Soon I'll be dead, Then numb.

I wish I cared more for my life.

Silvertounge,

I've found false hope not worth the strife,

Lord, please let me die young.

For Only dead men speak the truth;

I'm not the only liar."