Monasteries - Allowing Your Traitors to Die

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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