always the hands of another
one close to you, never suspect
it was willing to blow your cover
to end both you, and your prospects
always from blue, you discover
the schemes you could never detect
always cuts deep, no recover
lost your fondness... respect
for these are the ways of the selfish
of those who can no longer care
and these are the days that they relish
when none but themselves will be spared
but these are the days that be hellish
to those who were not yet prepared
yet these are the days that will perish
when devils drive home all despair
i hope you can patiently weather
the trials that are set to beset
i hope you\'ll take hold of your tether
rip yourself free for the threat
i hope its gaze does not measure
the stance where your feet have been set
i hope all schemes of betrayer
it\'s plans, do end in a check