Have you ever had to live with the guilt of murder?
All eyes become evil
So you try and hide from the world
I killed a man once
Never did any time
A crime went unseen
And now his dreams are mine
He talks to me sometimes
Asks me why he didn't deserve a grave
I'm seeing faces
They say criminal
Heretic
Bastard
Murderer
But no one even noticed
Have you ever had to share your dreams with the dead??
They bitch and moan
About how it isn't fair that I still live
Two people died that day
When I ripped you from this world
Before you even got to live
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