The May 4th Massacre - Traitors

Look at you, I see the monster
In all the broken dreams and broken hearts, empty minds
Are killing me

Holding on to hope that you will find your way but
Now I see, your path has changed
And as I see them burn, my heart begins to hate
What I once loved, what I once loved

And I'm so sick of all these games
I never seem to win
Sick of seeing those I love, in so much pain
I'm so sick of all these games
I never seem to win
Sick of seeing in you
the why

Holding on to hope that you will find your way but
Now I see, your path has changed
And as I see them burn, my heart begins to hate
What I once loved, what I once loved

So the pain is mercy, but I don't see
I still look at you
With my hate
I believe my eyes on mercy
from one ...
Listen now, ...
So one so pure

You're nothing more than demons
You're nothing more than demons
You're nothing more than demons

Holding on to hope that you will find your way but
Now I see your path has changed
And as I see them burn my heart begins to hate
What I once loved, what I once loved

But you can't break
No you can't break