My God, my mouth you say it did me in.    The years, the tears I shared with you my friend.    I sit and stare waiting for my pride to mend.    Tighten the reigns, hasten your step,    many are the pains you plotted while I slept.       You bastard child, you whore to the world.    Look within yourself. You have? Well, look again!       Cause I blame you for most of everything    but most of all I blame myself for giving you a chance..      And when everyone's gone (long live the traitor).      And now I have a different personality    for every piece of my broken heart.    Step on my back to further yourself brother.       This dagger has four bodies to its resumè.