The days gone by
Flash before glazed eyes
The failings and the guilt
And well-concealed lies.

Stab one more time
Play well your bloody part
Before you pull out the knives
From a cold, cold heart.

A blind march towards
A destiny unknown
Nothing to decide
Nothing left to condone.

Their pursuit is relentless
Can’t escape the onslaught
Raw wounds lie exposed
To trickling streams of salt.

Stab one last time
Play well your bloody part
Least some life remains
In this cold, cold heart.

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