Across the floor in the hand of where we drove the drill

A cautious ear to the mouth of your confession

Think of all the things we put him through

In the face of his God would he tell the truth?

Still recorded were the words that dribbled out his kiss

When eyes go blind in this man of what could once become

Sever the limbs off his torso in sleep

And burn what remains so the world may now see

No longer will we wait for your answers

Back to the hell where you've come from

Think of all the times you've once had

Write them in a letter that says goodbye



You'll listen to reason

While you're face down in the dirt

You'll stomach the hurt and break for him here

Just how much he's worth



Slowly discarded were the remains of his lonely youth

Among the alley where the dwellers scare to notice

Picture a young boy in pieces and streets with leveled malfunctions

No name to be called redeemer

I'll fix him, restore him, with the love if no other

Think of all the things you did before

Write them in a letter that says reborn

Following you across the interstate walking away

I'll fire on



On the wrong way out

On the causeway through neverwhere



In the time we spent forever, after beyond this

When will our nightmare ever end?

Pull the trigger and the nightmare stops




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