Wish you could have met him
I wish you’d been his love
Would you have tried to protect him?
Where there’s a will… there’s a gun
Dear Miss-understanding
You couldn’t dance him alive
I promise not to light candles
Night holds his white rose with pride
I wish the meek would inherit
The killer’s smile and fist
Wish all the preachers would perish
Drinking his blood to find bliss
Dear Misconception
Hear how his voice cries in mine
Why resurrect hate with vengeance?
Sleep...
And I begin to see him fall
He rides my dreams
My heartbeat stalls
Dear misfortune
I see the earth as a tombstone
Our thoughts the letters inscribed
I see a mountain of dried bones
The black and blue in white lies
Dear Misfortune
What I feared most has arrived
Here’s to useless emotion
But he was here…
And I begin to see him fall
And who believes in "kingdom come"
He rides my dreams in fields of dust
Please believe in all we lost
Dear Misfortune