The needle of love punctured her heart again,
it came and left like rust on a tin can.
And like the rust the love faded
But if only she would've waited.

Her love could've been found,
but she couldn't patiently wait for loves sound.
Now she lies on the floor
crying from loneliness forever more.

Don't look behind you,
Why? Because It's waiting for you too.
And while you may think nothings there
It wants you to think that, it wants you to not care.

No one can stop it
If you must you may throw a fit,
But it won't help you from it's lingering stare.
It just wants you silent, it wants you unaware.

Please do not forget it is there,
Because it will come for you one day
And when it does, it shall stay,
To watch you die, then to decay.

Try to avoid it, and you will see
That it is inevitable for all eternity.
But running from it will just cause a stew
And just remember, don't look behind you..

It's where we sow the seed of love
And where the members are always thought of.
If you second guess this fact,
Your opinions will always be back.

And if you have no-one to keep you warm
Freight not for I'm sure you adorn
the home in which you love so much
From which you're never far from its touch

I hear it outside my window calling out,
It wants in, But I pretend I'm not about.
If it came in we'd all be gone
So I choose not to become it's pawn.

It bangs on my windows and my doors.
I hear about it's unspeakable horrors,
So I look to see that it's become an arena
And so I'm not letting in the one called Katrina.

She feels alone,
She feels so scared,
She lets out a crying moan
If only someone would've cared.

She could still be saved,
Yet no one cared to help.
This dying girl needed the love she craved,
or the girl would no longer whelp.

She had no mother, nor a father
And so no one decided to bother
The girl that cried out into the night
Could no longer put up a fight.

She was found in the alley
Behind the dumpster where she lies
The cops did nothing but cover her and sigh.
And they all later forgot about the girl we once called Sally.

I grew up underneath the shadow of a big oak tree,
Who showed love only towards me.
I loved him, more than you could ever know
He protected me from all dangers no matter how high nor how low.

But as life goes, things get old,
and the tree I once knew to be so bold
became crippled and withered away.
Now no one can bother,
The tree that I once called father.

The train car was cold
Yet the flames of hell grew closer
The dark cart was crowded I've been told

When the camp grew nigh,
the flames grew high.
The touch of God left their side,
as they lined up ready for genocide.

They screamed and cried, but no one came
I knew I would've felt the same
When the oven got too hot to stand,
they disappeared into the ash then into the vent.