Phone call home for a bloody murder today
I hope you’re wrapped in the blood you spread
The tool shed hidden in your mind
This will kill you for the rest of time.
The screams will ring in your ears forever
Wrapped in the years you’ll spend in the guilt
I hope you don’t rid yourself of this ghost forever.
And when you wake you will be long gone
like the innocence you threw out,
out into the wind, with your guilty arms
And time never forgives, and always reminds
The ghost of the life you took apart.
Absence is logic and the words I can say
The loops of time in the actions painted red
There was no writing on the wall
There was no notice of the fall you would cause
You don’t deserve the world on a plate of shit
You don’t deserve another chance at life, count on it
You don’t deserve to be forgiven or forgotten
Because your actions have changes us all
He will never be forgotten.
The vultures will tear you up inside, and you will not even be crucified on your side.
You can’t hope for a chance at redemption, and I swear that time will never award you vindication.
You’ve taken apart a gift wrapped for life.
I hope you live your life with this selfish, Goddamn strife.
You won’t ever live again
because the life you took
I hope the thought eats you until you’re dead.