Sep 2012
You killed the commoner who didn’t do a thing
You let the ******* win and let the devils sing.
You killed the commoner and buried her beneath
Your screams, your lies, her filthy cries and the smell of defeat.
You killed the commoner and laughed as she died
Blamed it on the ******* who thought you were on their side.
You killed the commoner all you wanted was to win.
You blamed it on the ******* who supported all your sin.
You killed the commoner, and escaped from your cell.
You killed the commoner and you’re going to hell.
You let the ******* win and let the devils sing.
You killed the commoner and buried her beneath
Your screams, your lies, her filthy cries and the smell of defeat.
You killed the commoner and laughed as she died
Blamed it on the ******* who thought you were on their side.
You killed the commoner all you wanted was to win.
You blamed it on the ******* who supported all your sin.
You killed the commoner, and escaped from your cell.
You killed the commoner and you’re going to hell.
Don't look at this as a story of ******. Look at it as a metaphor for being stabbed in the back, hurt, blamed, or lied to. And a representation for the innocence that help or haunt you. It's kinda dark, so...
