A bid farewell in pools of crimson. A rose colored lullaby. There can be no justice, it can’t be taken back. All the evil deeds you’ve done have left your hands all covered in the — Blood. You can never make amends for the blood. One day you’ll suffer for your sins — Massacres on top of slaughters, to feed the drive that keeps a man that has still wanting more. Like the Great White in the water. The downtrodden have always paid the price through ther tears and — Blood. You can never make amends for the blood. One day you’ll suffer for your sins — Try to erase, but you won’t ever atone for all the horrors that will never wash away.
