Hellbound
Dug deep is my grave
Too late now to save
Or else there would be
Those that penetrate
Look beyond the simple facts
That make me who I am.
Guilty
Reads the jury as a whole
No debate or excuses accepted
Who cares if you wept
When you're a criminal to the best.
Choking
Soon let it come
Or then my tongue may run amuck
With words that may or may not get stuck
Within your head as reasonable or just
None of which you're told to trust.
Hanging
No more will I corrupt
Nor rear my head or use it such
A silence, now, will enter in
For justice truly did you win.
Until you calm and regret.