in the Shadow of our crimes
we tend to hide from whats to come.
a burial punishment or face to a gun.
no one truly knows whats to come of their own crime.
But sometimes we just end up running.
Farther and farther they go
hoping to fine away out of their own sin.
but everyone knows they cant hide forever,
or walk out on what you did.
we humans do it as simple reaction. a sudden one that is.
is it out of fear?
or is it just our imagination?
Pain and regret will soon attack,
building higher and higher upon their shoulders.
Till it can no longer stand and soon clasp...
I tell a tale of a hidden soul...
we tend to hide from whats to come.
a burial punishment or face to a gun.
no one truly knows whats to come of their own crime.
But sometimes we just end up running.
Farther and farther they go
hoping to fine away out of their own sin.
but everyone knows they cant hide forever,
or walk out on what you did.
we humans do it as simple reaction. a sudden one that is.
is it out of fear?
or is it just our imagination?
Pain and regret will soon attack,
building higher and higher upon their shoulders.
Till it can no longer stand and soon clasp...
I tell a tale of a hidden soul...
[man i lost track..but also on writers block...i need to write something to help my mind.]
