Victim, he suffers of his own hands
With thoughts that refuse
To listen or choose
All of the harrowing days
He fought in vain
All the faces, the people
The prisons he laid
But one day soon the wind will change
Son of a bitch...
It better
Humor me mister, my story is true
The names have not been changed
Dare not they have a clue
I've held all they begged hold me
Drew their names in circled hearts
Stood beside fire 'till it burned me to the core
But one day soon the wind will change
Son of a bitch...
It better
In my hands I've held diamonds
Dropped them on command
But the voice had no body
When I turned the gems were gone
A promise is simple with love I must believe
My denial brings fortunes to liars and thieves
