Release the Shame

Twisted dark games You’ve got a pocket of names Keep Switching to versions and claim All your colors are the same They all learned how to take the blame And hang it on another door Pretending to release the shame Oh innocent victims of the war! While you live with the guilt of Losing something you loved That never fought for your heart But you keep blurring that part For some reason you still ignore… I guess some just enjoy the salty black tears of angels And others live by the cuts of their own knives so painful Both we can’t run from or hate You just have to find your gate choose a game, one name to claim It might take forever Yet this is how you release the shame