Righteous engagement of thoughts set forth the crumbling of our souls.
Business knows no end, even to the death.
Friend or foe, raising its unnerving head,
Tormented by the gestures unknowing.
I can see it in your eyes
Puzzling how it comes to this
But I guess I had it coming.
Had it coming
Stabbed in the heart again,
the charade of life and a knife from a friend
Watching our dreams fall apart.
Caught up in the parade of scars.
Humanity only breeds death,
Yet continue to believe in each other.
Put my life out on the table and let them feast upon me
feast upon me
Inked in pain, a reminder of what they do,
Heading not by contrast.
Is this the course never ending?
If this isn't hell then bow me now.
Stabbed in the heart again,
the charade of life and a knife from a friend
Watching our dreams fall apart.
Caught up in the parade of scars.
And we know
I lay my life out for the vultures.
They pick me up and tear me down.
I lay my life out for the them to feast on
I lay my life out for the vultures to feast on