The curtains closed and you're still here...
Sir, please, what are you waiting for?
You killed me slowly, but, I survived....
Have you just come back for more?
You flayed me open, your hand inside...
Your fist, deep under my skin....
Your burns and welts have turned to scars...
A map of places that you've been....
You shredded me, you broke me down...
You'll never know, the damage done...
And if I saw you, I'd still tell you...
You don't have to be, your Fathers son...
I told you once, I could forgive you...
I told you once with aching bones....
That you were capable of love,
That for your sins, you could atone.
I said you hadn't gone too far....
Knowing that you burned the town....
I told you that it wasn't too late...
Knowing, we only could go down...
And now the crowd has dissipated....
There's only an empty stage and chairs...
The horror show has long been over...
All that's left here, is despair...
Wouldn't you like to just move on?
There's nothing on these bones to pick on...
The curtains have been drawn.
