tonight they die

They wake in sleep,
Time runs short as true love dies,
These sectors’ tales,
Tell not of lies,
A car crash reins terror,
Another family's shattered,
Souls long for something more.

Broken inside tonight they die,
Sell your soul,
Sell your soul,
You'll need it not,
Where you are going,
Though heaven's unlikely,
Alive greed's unsightly.

They'll watch as the pendulum swings,
The clock ticks away your life,
They sit in the shadows and wait,
For you,
Watching every step,
Taking note of every breathe,
They hunt you down,
Your screams echo through the dead town.

Broken inside tonight they die,
Sell your soul,
Sell your soul,
You'll need it not,
Where you are going,
Though heaven's unlikely,
Alive greed's unsightly.

Trapped and scared running for your life,
Much too slow you feel the knife,
Taken out of your back and put to your throat,
Far from friends now and they help you die.

Broken inside tonight they die,
Sell your soul,
Sell your soul,
You'll need it not,
Where you are going,
Though heaven's unlikely,
Alive greed's unsightly.

Scraped off the flesh dangles from their mouths,
Bones bare as desert,
Empty hearts filled with lead,
You’re still alive,
But tonight,
You’re better off,
Fucking dead.

Broken inside tonight they die,
Sell your soul,
Sell your soul,
You'll need it not,
Where you are going,
Though heaven's unlikely,
Alive greed's unsightly.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010