How did you feel

As you watched them take their final breath

Did you feel like a god

As you retracted their only chance

Smirking as they record time of death

Clapping together your unmarked hands

You'll report this all down as unfortunate

Still you start at two blank irises

Who's worthy

Of your saving grace

The executioner's blade

What more could we need

Guilt, and pain

And sins you can't erase

A stain

You wear proudly

Polished to shine

Guild, and pain

And sins

You'll take with you to the grave

Breaking down doors and mother's hearts

Ya tear em apart sinew by sinew

And use the strings to build your conscience's harp

And play us a song to feel bad for you

Did you feel a thing as you watched them grow cold

Knowing you could've saved them for overdose

Is there any hope left for someone like you

Beyond waiting around for

The Earth to reclaim you