Does it feel like justice in the calm of the storm?
When there are tears running down the jail bars of the face
That decided you would never live to learn to be alive again.
Your soul buried by his hands.
Remember when you sold your hope for a history.
Now you can be someone that you pretend to be.
Brutal beauty is hard to reach when you can’t see
That hope was all you had, and all you really need.
Reflect on times when you still had the chance.
Before you married into suicide.
Sharpened the blades in your hands.
Did you forget what happened to your old friends?
Choked on words fead to them by terrible men.
Good gods, make this painless.
Because I know that we can’t end this.
Good gods, make this painless.
Because I know that there’s no justice.
Remember when you sold your hope for a history.
Now you can be someone that you pretend to be.
Brutal beauty is hard to reach when you can’t see
That hope was all you had, and all you really need.
Make this painless.
Take her away.
Call her a liar a whore and a fiend if it’s what you’re looking for.
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