《 Grey Area Of Sin 》
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
One hand rests
On the table
The other
Grasping the glock
The clock strikes 10
A cold sweat sets in
Again
Let go of the glock
And reach for the pen
Not sure what to say
Not sure what to write
A grey area of sin
Between what is wrong
And what is right
I am no judge
Perhaps an executioner
And with a
Small nudge
A lapse of retribution
Could occur
This ledger of your
Pleasure
And your sick
Demented treasure
Leaving innocence lost
Double crossed
And now a soul
Broken beyond measure
How could you live
With such a truth
How the fuck
Can you even
Sleep at night?
Robbing a child
Of a decent fair youth
What was once wholesome
Now bears an eternal
Grim sight
Now my temples
Pound
Cannot write this shit
Down
A manque page
A blank rage
Slowly glides
To the ground
Throw my pen
Against the wall
So hard that it
Shatters
No real justice to dial
And call
His money bringing
Freedom
Upon a platter
I can hear my heart
Beat
As the clock screams out
The seconds
Both loud
And indiscreet
As if they're
Fighting for attention
Compassion now bound
In chain
Getting heavier
Link by link
A childs tears soaking
Within my brain
The undertow
Now making me think
The grey area of sin
Crossing my mind
Once again
Even without pockets so deep
He'd only get 5 to 10
Fist slamming on table
And now grabbing
The pistol
The next step feeling fable
And now clear as
A crystal
The clock now taunting
His next victim
Singing a haunting song
As a new day
Begins
12 am I step
Into the grey
The hour
Minute and
Second hands left behind
There's nothing to write
No more to say
Trust on this night
Justice shall be
Refined
Daniel
Jacob
Dabney
And
My
Fucked
Up
Mind