Under

everything was lies and cold

nothing but hidden eyes

and you were bought or sold

or left or ignored

or were you torn down for

everytime you felt and tasted only anger

that dosnt burn as easily

as twilight or bridges

return to this again when you cant

reconcile yourself with

the blood on your hands

or the words you were told

let this fall and die

let this cumble and wash away

let this fall and die

let this cumble and wash away

we will all be better for it

but never absolved, remember that

you write words that make it

seem like you forget