Widow
Gregor MacKintosh / Nick Holmes
You're breaking a chain
Lying until you can erase the past
Born with a look of deceit
Praying that all the bitter guilt's defeated
Born
Stand on your own, killed from behind
Fools are blind, unwilling to accept, decline
You'll turn a blind eye
Bought by a sickening man
The weakened gather just as fast as they can
Whore is what people roar
From fear of rejection
You'll come back for more
Strong, don't see that love has ceased
In the end, only death release
Stand on your own, killed from behind
Fools are blind, you're on a lonely road
