Watch your mouth, watch what you say
Your tongue at times is like a blade
The pictures you painted everyday
Become the image you portray
Is it for better or is it for worse
Is it a blessing or is it a curse
By the light of the crescent moon
Oh it seems I spoke to soon
Well they wanted what I have
They wanted it all so bad
Strike me once, twice more and I'll be done
Is there any hope for the widow's son
Finish the chapter, you got to turn the page
Don't let it get to you, don't be consumed by your rage
The worlds not what it seems
Its all in how its perceived
So many twisted thoughts in the way they want you to believe
Is it for better or is it for worse
Is it a blessing or is it a curse
By the light of the crescent moon
Oh it seems I spoke to soon
Well they wanted what I have
They wanted it all so bad
Strike me once, twice more and I'll be done
Is there any hope for the widow's son