• you push me down
    and kick my head,
    i pull a knife
    at once your dead.
    i run fear of things
    to follow feeling
    suddenly very
    hollow.
    i see the lights
    the cops have
    found us.
    looking at the
    blood thats
    doused us.
    they take my knife
    and cuff my hands
    this has ruend
    all my plans.
    i sit alone
    in my small cell
    and hear a very
    distant bell.
    a sign of hope to
    all who hear
    begging them to
    please draw near.