I like to get away from the world that we're living in
I see kids killing kids, and me killing kin
And when the end comes, you can't repent your sins
You though your wrong was right, you thought you'd win
But you deceived yourself from the first minute
Acted harsh and abrasive, up until the finish
Black eyes red knives, anger diminished
Murder was the case, but yourself your killing
Violation of innoscence, and your own rights
You only haunt yourself, when you sleep at night
You did the dirt, you took the life
We all know its a facede of pride
Your conscience is the tool, that will make you see the light...
Escape
Repent
Receive life
Live! Not survive
By Jesse Johnson
