Have you ever wondered why where ever you go you always hear the same thing being associated with pain well here is your answer and I advise you to read this carfully and give it some thought as it is forocious but 100% true - his name is hidden

He bathes in the blood we shed 

Stepping in to the dreams of those in bed

Twisting the thoughts in every little head 

Until everyone becomes an enemy and you want them dead

At his approach the very ground on which we stand begins to quake 

Every tree with in miles uproots itself in an attempt to escape
this is not something you record on a video tape

Shattering women's hearts

Disfiguring peace with his merciless darts 

And dismantling our bodies like two lovers broken hearts
He feeds on our terror 

To all bad things he is the bearer
don't trust you were told by your carer

He is there to damage your future 

If you are on the floor he would be the one to shove

His hands covered each by a blood stained leather glove

Someone needs to tell him enough is enough 

Set him straight so he can free us and fly like a dove 

With this in mind 

We need to find something to hide behind 

Something, somewhere where us, he will never find 

Close up our doors 

Because he is undercover 

Hiding in the face of a 'darling'

A 'darling'

A darling he's really not

Putting on an 'amazing' front 

You believe him

He is unlike any other

That is when your innocence he will devour 

He is criminal

He is no miracle 

All he is, is cynical 

To you he will do the same

Who is he? 

He is love