Retaliation

Our most inspired Peaks,

Hold but a fraction of power,

Compared to the possessions and

Characteristics wept for, in our most

Fractured states.

Do unto others as you’d have done unto yourself

Eye for eye

Tooth for tooth

Fillings and contacts all

Turn the horn

Drink it dry

If evil hath been done unto your person-

Evil then, can be wished

upon imposing devils

Carousing within your staid

Auger with snake-like shine

Spinning blades 

Into the sewage of your chest

Scapegoat

Scapegoat

Right place wrong time,

In the crosshair,

Even though, I guess I had that kind of face,

Picked out in a line up,

Some kid didn’t know any better,

Probably scared to death, just doing what his lawyer said,

I don’t put any of this on his shoulders,

Nah, even if I did, he’s the only one to visit me that alone’s got to count for something

I’m certainly not a judge or law man,

But I’m not a criminal either, despite what the nameplates say,

Years remembered how things should have been

Get out on Tuesday

I’ve been doing my homework

And I alone now know who’s to blame

Wednesday morning,

Even at the age I’m at,

What’s that they call me now?

Oh yeah, rehabilitated,

The way they describe it, it sounds a lot like penance,

You do something wrong, you talk to a priest, he tells you to pray a few prayers, and you’re okay,

Yep, come Wednesday afternoon, I’ll be in a pew, just me and a couple thousand Hail Mary’s,

If these ten years can so easily defined as rehabilitation,

Then I got a word for that first day I get out, Retribution,

Hell will be paid. That’s a guarantee