Tonight
  I saw your true face
  Vindictive
  A language of your reaction
  And thank you for returning my faith in what I believed in
  It nearly went in vain
  While you took aim
    So when you wake tomorrow with no one left to crucify
  You know that you'll still feel afraid
  The way you woke up this morning, today
    That's right
  I saw your true face
  Or rather
  A representative of hatred
  Don't you fight your own wars?
  A general saluting yourself for yesterday
  While you think about your prey
    I hope for your sake you work out your problem lies within
  Your tortured mindset you put out
  So where's your violin?