You came to me but I was unprepared
No one understood and no one cared
If a man should die by his own hand
It is still a murder when it’s planned?
The force of love is turned against the self
All the world’s destroyed, and all it’s wealth.
Infinite the hatred and the rage.
Suicide’s displayed upon a stage
Yet I will not judge the love, the loss.
I will pay your bills and pay the cost
The light shines on the roses,on the damned.
Where is God, and where his bitter hand?
How my heart sings 