Ascetic Parade
Iron
My words will singe your hairThey'll set your skin on fireBut I wouldn't waste my spit toPut you outViolence is not confined toacts of physical abuseI know how you love the ones whodish it out to youYou need your space then don't knock on my doorI'm sitting in an empty roomAnd just because I come home aloneDoesn't mean I don't come home to youIf I could give you a million rosesAnd if I could strike an equal number of posesStill I could never change your mindA lump of iron moves from my throatInto my heart and it takes overI'm now a man of steel butYou're still my Achielle's Heel
From Letras Mania