Look down at the body you may see no trace of wounds but in the eye the eye of the beholder one cannot asume. Not a drop of blood is drawn but you know how it bleeds beware of the sharp edged weapon called human being It is a shield of pa**ion and strong will from this I am the victor instead of the k** I will not feed your hunger, instead I bite the pain looking not back, but forward I bite down hard try to cover up the trail of deceit and daggers spawned from your soul [Solo Hamm/Schuldiner] Acid, the tears of remorse flow in vain, too late for regrets save it for the next ill fated game.