Turn it. Turn the knife
Till its screaming. Stop.
Broken skin. Warm blood.
Never going to wake up.
Where are your scales?
How do your weights feels?
What are we seeing here?
Why’s the blindfold on me?
Bring back the ‘saviours’
They’re always ‘right’
They’ll make the world better
One death at a time
Mourning has broken
Vengeance has called
Sympathy is waving
Fear is stalled
Justice
The Righters 