The Killing

Its So Easy To Think But So Wrong At The Same Time
The Killing Makes No Sinful Sound
But The Guilty Conscience Wont Step Aside
It Clings,Gnarls And Sticks To You Till It Consumes You
Remembering Is Also Easy But Something No one Wants
The Victim Leaves The World Fast But The Memory Stays Behind.
The Victim Was Not Even A Common Counterfeits Just An Ordinary Person With A Simple Design
You Cut Those Strings That Kept Their Faith
Whether It Was A Gun,Steel Anything Its Murder In The End
Theres No Warning No Signal That Its Coming For The Innocent People
Their Not Even Gone For The Moment This Moment Lasts Forever Between The Eyelids They Cant Even See The Corrupted World Anymore
Not To Mention Those Who Remember Them By Memory Through The Things They Did For Them The Family Will Never Know Why You Did It
They Will Always Sing To You In Your Dreams Of How You Killed Them Questioning Why
Who Am I To Tell You These Things I Wouldn't Even Know How It Is The Possibilities Are Endless?
But That Only Happens If You Have A Heart