Backstabbers Incorporated - Sometimes Mothers Look Like Lambs Being Led To The Slaughter Тексты

Someone clean her off; atleast changer her clothes. I can't bring her home like this' in fact I cant bring her home at all. No explanation.
I just can't leave her here; my trunk isn't big enough for all of her. Maybe biting off a loved ones tongue in the heat of the moment is excusable, but I can't erase the aftermath.

She found cures in her sickness, that's all she wanted. Sometimes that is all that is needed to complete someone. To make them whole. The prom dress is ruined, and there's a crowd of people to thank.
Last chance expired, another two blinks was all I remember. Someone believes in intoxication of the goods.
So they light their torches and set fire to the accusations.

She was so quiet, yet you could still hear her scream for her life. Mouth closed, it was all said in here eyes. She knew it was coming. They all knew.