When Friends Become Men

"Well this sucks so I hate you
You make me hate my two best friends
But still I say that I love you
Oh just how clever can I get?

I can’t stop my feelings
But my friends also have their hearts
My life really sucks right?
Being in the crossfire."

Carrying the battle flag and taking it outside
Crawling on the pavement, slightly hiding my demise
The cold murderous hands I have go perfect here with yours
Sinking deeper in, conscience just can't keep on repose

But who am I to blame the sky for giving me a 'you'
A face that killed a hundred men can't possibly be true
Your eyes that have this tender sharp intention deep within
Killing all my friends, dark enough, but through my hands?

The sick and twisted cower behind your all-enchanting shield
But who would dare to cross this line, this line of excess necessity?
Is it I? Is it me? Me and my bloody hands?

No, not anymore, no more of this curse
Your enchantment expires, tonight I'll do worse
I have now become a man, and with these hands I'll do worse...

Far more worse...