Your black heart decieves with a clever stain
The bloodshot eyes are all that remain
Axes and guns strapped to my belt
I want to destroy all the feelings I felt
Your long tan torso with a brush of white
The needles in my eye destroy all sight
But I can still hear your whispers in my head
I can still see your shape when I climb into bed
All the sleepless nights that you made better
All of the blank walls that I made redder
Revenge has nothing to do with hate
Vengeance is standing outside of the gate
Standing and staring at the key you’ve always held
It was meant to be a scare but it so quickly propelled
Murderesses become famous on Cell Block D
If I was ever caught, that’s where I would be
Is homicide a sin if you’re holding the bible
If a sinner is dead are you considered liable
What draws the line between justice and murder
The words and weapons that make the desperate go further
I know because I’m one of them
I’m running away from the condemned
I don’t want the gas forced into my head
I don’t want to see a needle and feel my body go dead
Rosary beads aren’t used out of affection
Religion no longer offers protection
Train seats holding me, excessively armed
Innocent people aren’t the ones that I’ve harmed
But what is innocence and what is accepted
What is provided and what is protected
Where is the divider between pet peeves and being anal
We have become this way, brainwashed since the cradle
The two definitions are artfully blending
Dead is the garden that you are no longer tending
Breaking hearts and getting hearts broken
Love is merely a trade for a token
Controlling and being controlled
Selling all your drugs, the new and the old
The dysfunction that always comes with time
It just so happens that mine led to a crime
I don’t recall what else happened before or after
There are no images of him swinging from the rafter
Handcuffs clamped around my wrists as it rains
They escort me off of the memorable trains
Now I’m in with the others who had their hearts break
I’m in with the women that made more then a mistake
Society can never understand that rush
The aftermath beginning with a deadly hush
When a dare turns to death and a scare into stabbing
The gossiping neighbors that can’t help but blabbing
Everyone’s a hypocrite in their own right
They try to deny it, but it’s not worth the fight
I can’t remember the day as hard as I try
When I say I can’t remember I’m not telling a lie
When you combine the chance that you usually use
And all the excuses that you frequently abuse
It becomes a nightmare straight from down below
The reeper brings the boat but he’s making you row
I’m guilty of extinguishing his last breath
I’m guilty of turning a life into death
During my last march, I hear the chime of a bell
My time is now spent and I’ll join you in hell
