All Cried Out

Turn your back on your past

Make your mark with a crime that lasts

'Guns don't kill..." but bullets do

And I've been saving one for you

Hold me down I can feel a seizure coming

Think I took too much marazine

Saw blade bits tearing tendons from your neck

Like so much knives through bread

'Til you head sags and falls to the ground

Cashmere crush covered in smoke

I'm All Cried Out

Soldiers march

A red sunset

Blood soaked babies on bayonets

The flag still waves

For all to see

Like moonlight on my machete