Stealing the innocence of the young and naiive

To blind to see

that Hercules isn't as strong as he seems

Speaking your names like

Acupuncture to my heart

Insertion of the poisins your mind would speak

but your heart was lying

And I was believing

How young of me

Becoming tainted

While your words flowed through me

Holding them in the chamber of my heart

that was never whole because you 

always held half of me

Pumping your lies into the malfunctioned part of my heart it was reserved for

Cause I'm all to prepared for this feeling

Letting it flow thru and marinate into my heartbeat

This cylce is all to familiar