Allowing Your Traitors to Die - Monasteries

Locked Inside a disfigured room

Pictures on the drab wall are not a sign of the tranquility

Please for the love of god believe me

Into darkness we sink below

Double knotted rope round our ankles

Perched on a crooked chair

Why is it so comfortable?

We’re not going anywhere

Looking down at a single barrel

With a great deluded smile

It’s the last time we’ll see each other

You’re th poison I’m the vial

It’s time to take turns

Lt’s Spin the gun

Let’s see who’ll get hurt

Nothing from no one

Shrouded into misery

You took everything away from me

Was it something I said?

Was it something I did?

You acted out on me

You showed me no fucking sympathy

In darkness we sit and wait

Take one last look at the frames

Lay In the bed you made

No happiness awaits

Place the muzzle to your head

Pull the trigger

Let’s see what’s inside your head

I can’t make sense of this mess

So I can’t make more sense of this mess

Locked inside your head

Delusional thoughts I dread

Let’s lay this mess to rest

Allowing my traitors to die

Leaving them but with fragile minds

There’s no angel inside

The guilt eats them alive

Look what we left behind