Necromancer (Death Becomes Fate When Put To Music)

Just as music came before misery,
There are lies within your symmetry.
Why do you hurt the ones you love?
You cause so much anger and distrust.

You opened your mouth and nothing came out,
No one could hear a sound.
No violins, no cheap guitar,
Just a whole lot of no heart.

You'd like to call us your friends,
But friends don't push friends into dead ends.
You over analyze and catagorize,
Just flip through the pages,
Read between the lines.

Just as music came before misery,
There are lies within your symmetry.
Why do you hurt the ones you love?
You cause so much anger and distrust.

Muderers kill victims,
But revenge kills harder.
You're a fake lethal dosage to the soul,
And you call yourself a martyr.

To go out means to go out in style,
Spotlights shining down on you.
Choreographed so easily,
You'll gain more "friends" than enemies.

Just as music came before misery,
There are lies within your symmetry.
Why do you hurt the ones you love?
You cause so much anger and distrust.

Communication with the dead was a marvelous thing,
It eased your soul and even taught you how to sing.
But tables turn and lies unfold,
That guilt you had was getting old.

The screen-writers wrote you out two scenes in,
No second chances or going back,
In death you cannot live.

Just as music came before misery,
There are lies within your symmetry.
Why do you hurt the ones you love?
You cause so much anger and distrust.