Seed of Hate
CHRISTOPHER AMOTT, MICHAEL AMOTT
The shape of all my doubts... My fear
Come closer... Trust me
Here I stand in the falling rain
There is no joy inside these tears
I see the world through a twisted and bitter stare
To be where I have been... to see what I have seen
Is it a dream?
Or can I believe...
The memories will haunt me for evermore
The shape of all my doubts... My fear
Come closer... I trusted you
I am not the man you used to know
Why I am different... Why Everything is different now
When you left me, you planted a seed of hate in me
Nothing is stronger... Stronger than this