This Song

This song I wrote for you to tell you how I feel, To make you see my world in complex black and white, This song I wrote for you, so that I am real, I am more than dreams forged in the dead of night. This song I wrote for you, in tortured words of proof, To change your little mind, to turn your head around, This song I wrote for you, a testament of truth, To rip your rules to shreds and sink them in the ground This song I wrote for you, each syllable drips fear, To make you feel a hint of when every grave was mass, This song I wrote for you, to make the visions clear, The scalpels and the needles, the ovens and the gas. This song I wrote for you, in charcoal forest glades, The wastelands of a heart, in fields down by the sea, This song I wrote for you with blood and razor blades, This song I wrote for you, so you could gather me.