Take over,Take cover

I am not to blame. I know you think it was me who tore your ever so fragile heart, but I swear it's not my fault.

Where a heart used to beat, a monster sleeps. Awaken by inner turmoil and rage, he sets loose on a violent rampage.

He controls me, a manipulative puppet master. My fists swing while my head throbs, vision slowly slips away.

It all goes blank, but when the monster breaks and I'm awake... I AM LEFT TO BLAME.

The all to recognizable sent of blood and tears pull through to my consciousness.

I blink, shocked.

It's a take over, so take cover,

from the merciless wrath of HATE.