Saturday, June 20, 2015


Hands covered with the crimson stain
It’s my delight to drive the nails
To cause this unbearable pain
I want what I want, what I deserve

Love only asking for love in return

My murderous ways, the dripping vine
The liberty to imprison another
The servant only suffers by my decree
Only enjoying the fruit of my labors

Love only asking for love in return

The voice startles me out of slumber
You’ve mistaken freedom for shame
I’ve taken the pain you could never bear
Now experience the fruit of my labor

Life only asking for life in return

Come home my child
Please, please come home

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