Anger grows beneath the snare
Of death and Satan’s glee
Grew the morning that you died
And sat upon his knee
History repeats itself
Time and time again
Another story saddens me
The broken hearts remain
Another one you tossed away
Another heart to break
Sweat rolls lightly from your brow
Another life did take
Another soul did wake
To the empty meaning of your love
Your words so full of lust
Secret passion, no substitute
Your players’ blood runs cold
Without the slightest hint of grief
You killed her heart again
Another one you tossed away
Another heart to break
Sweat rolls lightly from your brow
Another life did take
History repeats itself
Time and time again
Another story saddens me
The broken hearts remain
Anger grows beneath the snare
Of death and Satan’s glee
Grew the morning that you died
And sat upon his knee
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