White Knights - Kings.

No longer surprised by what you see

Tired eyes let evil slip by

Angry tears begin to fill your eyes

Look back in time and you will see why

I cant see what is in front of me

And you need someone to hold you in their arms and feel close

And for you there is no sanctity

It's too late 'cause who I used to be is only a ghost

Come closer sit down. I'll tell you lies

How you are nothing, but someone's prize

You wear your scarlet letter well and with pride

This time you have wounded mine

Your spiteful lies have left us blind

If there is nothing close to your heart

Our loves a lost art. Our loves a lost art.

So keep your secrets locked behind your lips

And never share your kiss

There is torment in bliss.