i am the robots
04-27-2006, 02:39 PM
There was a fair maiden born of discord
Still sweetly, she walked on, her head held high
The cards which she's been dealt have ended lives
Still strongly, sweet maiden, she hung on tight
Father, holy, relieve this torture
My lord, almighty, wash this flood away
There was a privileged lad born with it all
He lived an easy life he felt he earned
The cards that he'd been dealt were not enough
This lad needed so much more and so they met
Selfish bastard, ensnared by greed
Mother ****er, destroyer of lives
and still she holds it to herself
and still believes she is to blame
The strongest of us are those who cannot point the finger
The strongest of us are those percieved to be weak
Why has our maiden, this angel of light, live such a life ravaged with pain?
How could this bastard, who's life was in tact, steal such a choice from our maiden in such an act?
Our fair maiden, cursed without reason
She blames no one but herself
Never will she plan for the time to be right
Never will she bestow this gift on a man
Never will her choice bring her its joy
Why, God, has her choice been stolen away?
Still sweetly, she walked on, her head held high
The cards which she's been dealt have ended lives
Still strongly, sweet maiden, she hung on tight
Father, holy, relieve this torture
My lord, almighty, wash this flood away
There was a privileged lad born with it all
He lived an easy life he felt he earned
The cards that he'd been dealt were not enough
This lad needed so much more and so they met
Selfish bastard, ensnared by greed
Mother ****er, destroyer of lives
and still she holds it to herself
and still believes she is to blame
The strongest of us are those who cannot point the finger
The strongest of us are those percieved to be weak
Why has our maiden, this angel of light, live such a life ravaged with pain?
How could this bastard, who's life was in tact, steal such a choice from our maiden in such an act?
Our fair maiden, cursed without reason
She blames no one but herself
Never will she plan for the time to be right
Never will she bestow this gift on a man
Never will her choice bring her its joy
Why, God, has her choice been stolen away?