• Rivers in a land of sorrow and despair.
    Your pretty little face can't keep that farce.
    Go ahead and try
    try to break through me!

    Cry, cry, cry!
    You little liar!
    Sob, sob, sob!
    You're a little robber
    of souls, and I won't fall for you
    again!
    I won't fall for you
    again
    and let you steal my heart
    once more!

    Your evil scheme,
    bitter victims,
    tools of destruction.
    Targeting that fist sized thing
    that goes bump in the night.
    And you just laugh
    while the blood pours,
    sweet and red and cool,
    towards you! Towards you! Towards you!
    Again!

    Cry, cry, cry!
    You little liar!
    Sob, sob, sob!
    You are a deceiver!

    We have fallen for you
    and your graceful looks
    one to many times,
    why won't you stop?
    Your fangs are too sharp,
    for me.

    Cry, cry, cry
    you little liar.
    Sob, sob, sob!
    You little robber
    of the souls of the many people
    you have tried to hold
    in your twisted grace.

    Cry, cry, cry
    you little liar.
    Sob, sob, sob,
    you little robber.
    Your tears will be very sweet
    to the ground when you are banished
    from our land,
    the land that we call our hearts.