Compassion, a possession I do not obtain
I belong to no-one
Just a lost soul with nothing to live for
I once had a friend, but now she lives in pain
She belongs to only me
I have nothing to live for any more
Sympathy, I have never known
I belong to my own sorrow
I once had a lover, but she lies alone
She belongs to only me
And I shall not see tomorrow
I guess it was I who mudered her
But she was most deserving
My suffering shall show me the way of murder
I shall lick my wounds
And clean the dirt out of me
With my knife in my hand, and blood from my eyes
I walk along this lonely valley
With my heart split open and empty inside
I belong to no-one
Just a lost soul with nothing to live for
I once had a friend, but now she lives in pain
She belongs to only me
I have nothing to live for any more
Sympathy, I have never known
I belong to my own sorrow
I once had a lover, but she lies alone
She belongs to only me
And I shall not see tomorrow
I guess it was I who mudered her
But she was most deserving
My suffering shall show me the way of murder
I shall lick my wounds
And clean the dirt out of me
With my knife in my hand, and blood from my eyes
I walk along this lonely valley
With my heart split open and empty inside