De Morgen die zachtjes komt,
Is wat hij haat en draait zich rond.
En wat schettert schel,
Is zijn pijn, zijn vroege hel.
Vannacht toen was het goed,
Koning van al, en niks moet.
Maar nu zo gaar,
Het is niet raar.
Vanavond regeert hij weer.
Als Koning van de nacht,
De Nacht met al haar pracht.
Haar Drank en Drugs en Hoererij,
Zijn Einde snel nabij.
Want niemand doet dat levenslang,
Het maakt de meeste mensen bang.
Maar hij wil dit doen voor altijd,
Ook al ligt ie niet op bed maar gewoon op het tapijt.
These things were confidential,
And he understood.
But he had to tell,
And still he doesnt know why o why, why o why he should.
He unfolded secrets,
To whom would hear.
But he had to tell,
Was it to be cool or was or was, or was or was it fear?
The trust betrayed,
Shame had him in its grip.
But he just had to tell…
He felt alone and in disgrace abandoned, abandoned on a ship
A new hate born?
Will it be all right?
Why did he tell?
There was no excuse and no way back, so in misgive he asks:
Will she please forgive?
When hell has yet to pay
And when all is gone and passed away,
Your final judgment; hear Him say,
Your Way was yours, but not the way.
One reason,
One good reason,
To trust this world,
One Reason,
One good reason,
You trust,
Trust you,
Trust someone,
Trust anyone,
Trust Everyone,
You may not see what i see,
you may not feel what i feel,
you may not do what i do,
It might not matter cause,
I might not trust You....
Angel on the Right,
Devil on the Wrong,
Can't remember why we fight,
Why it takes so long,
Angel on the Right,
Devil on the Wrong.