Violins
Written July 31, 2012
Here she comes
Walking down the road
To a machine gun refinery
Where she just won't know
Where she's going
Down the path of pestilence
Or on the wings of resilience
"Lord I just don't know
Where I'm going"
Knocking on the door
Shoot to thrill screams
More more more
And she just don't know
If she can take it anymore
Should she keep knocking on the door
Or should she lay down her sword
"Lord I just don't know
Where I'm going"
When the sun rises tomorrow
I'll be drowning in my sorrow
Yet again I've killed a man
Defenselessly at that
Born and buried in a sea
That just becomes our memories
That we will never get to see
Because of our selfishness
Watch me closing in on death
Violins
Playing in my mind
Relentlessly at that
I guess it's my turn at bat
To finally see what I am
What I've become is not a man
Oh violins
Take me away
I'm a monster anyways
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