You always hang over my shoulder, like a vengeful guardian angel,
instead of ready to lend a hand, you are itching to stab my back.
After I survived your initiation, you cut open my eyes,
and taught me a whole new world, strapped to a torturing rack.

As we pass all the people in the street, I see no angel there more terrifying.
For all the protection love and kindness will buy them, you'll rip right through them and leave them dying.
Thank you for the sleepless nights, and all the hopeless days - what is a normal life to me?
The raping of my innocence, the taking of my sanity - making do without it sets me free.