behind these eyes, hell lives

No one knows what it's like,

To be the bad man,

To be the sad man,

Behind these eyes,

And no one knows,

What it's like to be hated,

To be fated to telling only lies,

But my dreams they aren't as empty,

As my conscience seems to be,

I have hours, only lonely,

My love is vengeance,

That's never free....