my messenger

You killed the messenger,
You slit him at the throat,
You drank the blood of Christ,
And spat it in my face,
You wrote your name in blood,
When I found you on the floor,
How could I love you,
You’re a fuck up and a whore.

So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.

So take everything left of me,
I'm just a piece in your strategy,
To get what you want,
This time,
I won't back down,
I'll man up,
And stand my ground.

So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.

If looks could kill,
You'd be then next head lining murder story,
Suffocated,
By all your lies,
It's time to break free,
Time to cut the ties,
No more pain,
Loving you will bring my demise.

So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.

So this is,
So this is,
The end of the world,
So this is,
So this is,
When death is night,
So this is,
So this is,
Repent,
Sin and repeat,
So this is,
So this is,
Could end in our defeat.

So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.

So this is,
The end of love,
And world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot,
My messengers been shot,
No more letters,
No time for forgiveness,
Time to repent,
Sin and repeat.

So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010