This is it
am done singing insane tales

your going
your leaving

then be gone
leave before dusk


this is it
am done with the agonizing lies
am not your victim of fairy tales
and the lies that you feed as truth  

This is it
Take off your mask
I can see you for the monster you are

this is it
am done with your marvelous words
that slit throats

I would travel all night
Just to see your face

There's a difference betwen running
And trying to put something behind you

The seconds, hours
The world in a shroud.
There's no where to run
All one does is cower.

The days go by
Dead men deny
An elaborate lie,
Till the day that they die.

Hope trickles away
Just as blood,
From each corpse that lay
Red runs wild
Wild like the fires at night.

There is no solitude here,
Once, free men, now fear
When their world is run
Under The Barrel of The **Gun.