Under

everything was lies and cold
nothing but hidden eyes
and you were bought or sold
or left or ignored
or were you torn down for
everytime you felt and tasted only anger
that dosnt burn as easily
as twilight or bridges
return to this again when you cant
reconcile yourself with
the blood on your hands
or the words you were told
let this fall and die
let this cumble and wash away
let this fall and die
let this cumble and wash away
we will all be better for it
but never absolved, remember that
you write words that make it
seem like you forget