My story's in the words that that are never said
If you read between the lines, yeah, it's all there
The devil's in the details, and I've got my share
Think that I would scream, if I thought anyone would hear

Bleeding, leaving, love is fleeting
An abstract concept, abuse its meaning
Misleading, no guidance, I never decided
Abandoned, my family, my lovers, misguided

With solitude comes solace, no answers, just bloodlust
Nowhere to go, inside my head
Can I even trust myself?
Can I even trust myself

(The funeral procession is drawing near
And I've run to a place that's so far beyond fear
I promised myself revenge before I die
Even if the price of vengeance comes at my life)

So much I want to say, hoping just to relate
Leveraged by silence in order to save face
Can't come to terms with what's been done
There are things that can happen that one can't recover from

Broken now and seething
Til I'm sick, barely breathing
Now history repeats itself, and my wounds will never mend
Everyone I've ever trusted betrayed me in the end
All of them

With solitude comes solace, no answers, just bloodlust
Nowhere to go, inside my head
Can I even trust myself?
Truly this is hell

There is no karma.
Villainy survives.
There is no karma.
Villainy thrives.