you're lying some where on an unmadebed soiling the sheets wahing the dead demons you planted wish they were buried can't get off to sleep all your stronghokls been strangled you'll remain a mystery loched in your history a millstone around your very dignified neck you're somewhere alone with a gun in your hands blood stained any shaking there's a rumble in the land and an edge to your voice when youain't got no choice your hollow heroin calls and you stare at the crymbling walls and thing you're beyond reproach do you ride a cast iron coach to your sulcide to your own suicide you would like to explain but it's all such a mess was I part of your pain was I one of your best or did I just crawl into the rainbow of your waterfall you're hiding way in your shame so you can take a deeper now but you know it's all over now except for the lie and the stone and the rain