I used to think of my wasted youth
as an excuse
to do what i please and live with ease.
Until the six of you were gone
and everything i did felt wrong.
Not knowing where to turn
or how to mourn
knowing your souls were taken
and our world shaken.
If the life i knew was so easily abused,
only turmoil came from a life of muse
headed strait towards the hands of the blue,
if only they knew.