Cain

Wicked words embrace the darkness For reasons too cruel They hide in the throats of cowards who wait In the shadows with knives for fools Angry words lie still on the script And wait for their scene They leap from the lips of lovers betrayal Too bitter to blame on caffein Love waved a white flag Fear ran her through What could I do? I washed my robe in the river I washed my hands in the rain I washed my robe in the river I cursed the crime and the stain Wicked words embrace the darkness For reasons too cruel They hide in the throats of cowards who wait In the shadows with knives for fools Love waved a white flag... I washed my robe... Love waved a white flag Fear raised a gun What have I done? I washed my robe...