Underneath the Skin - Westfield Massacre, D. Randall Blythe

Dissonance that deafens,

pray with broken hands.

Muffled sounds of moral screams,

heads buried in the sand.

Suffer in the silence,

cherishing the blame.

Every ounce of self-respect devoured by the shame.

I still just can't believe on your knees I've had to watch you bleed.

Are you done?

You're never done.

You're never done.

I've watched you beg and plead and then waste your chances for reprieve.

Are you done?

You're never done.

You're never done.

Anything to distract,

anything at all.

Plant the lie beneath the skin,

cushioning the fall.

Manipulating saving face,

walk the easy route.

All your answers disappear when the bottom drops out.

I still just can't believe on your knees I've had to watch you bleed.

Are you done?

You're never done.

You're never done.

I've watched you beg and plead and then waste your chances for reprieve.

Are you done?

You're never done.

You're never done.

Underneath the skin,

the war you cannot win.

Underneath the skin,

desperate men cave in.

I still just can't believe on your knees I've had to watch you bleed.

Are you done?

You're never done.

You're never done.

I've watched you beg and plead and then waste your chances for reprieve.

Are you done?

You're never done.

You're never done.