I want to run away.
I want to leave this.
i don't care i don't care
go away
I don't want to be a part of what you're doing
I don't want to be involved
I don't want it to be their blood on my hands
Their blood
While they smile as though they meant it
As though they meant to do it all along
I want to take what's good and go
I want to run away from it all
But I know I can't.
I'd pick up the most beautiful thing I have
and run with it
Until it bit me, and I saw
that it had fangs, too
And I was never running away from it,
after all.
There's too much
There's just too much
In front of me
rising up
roaring forward
grabbing hold
of me
go away go away go away
Leave them alone.
You sadistic fuck.
How dare you?
How dare you play this game?
How dare you twist them into this,
just so you can get your kicks?
You belong in jail.
You belong locked away.
You should have stayed gone.
We should have disconnected you,
while we had the chance.
But no.
But now,
You've seeped into the cracks.
You've become the glue,
the sealant.
You play the role of the joiner,
You hold it all together.
Until you decide to break it all apart.
Until you decide what pieces to let fall.
You disgusting puppet master.
I won't let you do this.
But how can I stop you?
When you hold the cards?
When you are inside the foundation?
When we have come to depend on you?
To recognize you as a familiar?
Oh, shit.
You got me.
You already got me.
I just realized.
I'm already corrupted.
Even in the short time
that this has gone on,
I've already been changed.
I can't walk away from this the same,
. . . and you know it . . .
Oh, I felt so good.
I felt so good in telling somebody
telling you
What I had never said before
to anyone
I felt redeemed.
When in truth,
I was corrupted.
I felt so good,
but now I realize that I'm the same.
I'm just the same as the rest of your victims.
Smiling, their own blood on their hands.
I'm one of them.
You're already winning.
You're winning this war.
You've taken away our will to fight,
already,
Before we even knew we were in danger.
You bastard.
So now we're sitting here,
on the floor,
with you walking out the front door,
words of joviality on your lips.
We're looking around at each other,
the same stupid grins on our faces.
I'm the only one with horror behind it.
Now what do I do?