The Nut

Blade of flowers, shields of glass.
Blood of water, screams that last.
Faith by lightning, written in sin.
Lifes that ending before it begin.

Little sin in white, little sin in pain.
She stayes there alone, the others are gone.
She misunderstood, the message they sent.
She stayes behind, covered in their own blood.

Nails which hunger, arms longing to reach.
Demanding their presence, falling back into her wish.
Eyes of hatred, seen through the night.
Captured by loving, the little girls inside.

Little sin in white, little sin of hate.
She stands alone, the others are gone.
She misunderstood, the message they sent.
They tried to explain why they left her back home.

The sin now wonders, through empty halls.
The darkness is luring, inside her young mind.
The little girl in white, is changing to black.
Her will won't hide, only show what she's worth.

Little sin in black, litte sin in vain.
She stands prepared, letting others come home.
She hides in the dark, from dusk 'til dawn.
She wait 'til the moment comes, and she'll have her revenge.

Nutley  -08