The Empathy of Sinners

Random charts that show our vitals
I hate all of the worthless titles
Wood lined up only to burn
No one can see around the turn
Locks of hair that they cut
The perfume of the perfect sl--
Punching through the windows of stone
Push hard enough to break the bone
Rock and candles made to calm
Lighter burns that cover your palm
The bright switches made to hit
The terrorist that controls the cockpit
I paint the chairs and shutters black
Tables of glass that we must crack
Empty packs of cigarettes
I'm learning to live with my regrets
A cooler hiding the toxic drink
He pours the vodka into the sink
We're a team, it's him and me
We try to live with the pain we see
Our filthy compassion ends up killing
But to feel pain, we're always willing
We tried to live with what we spot
But we'd rather sit and rot
We protect something that needs defense
We're hypocrites that make no sense
We both have these awful flaws
Always accused of breaking laws
Soldiers in some unknown fight
Lovers when it turns to night
Amo strapped around our chest
Shells bury themselves into my vest
I'd give up the needle and the prescription
Because your lips have become my addiction
The circumstances are becoming grim
When I take the bullet that was meant for him
I always knew love wasn't for free
But I missed what was right in front of me
To my cancer, he was the cure
He was always worth dieing for