• A saint of happy lies,
    Gives to all,
    And comes to rise,
    A happy whisper that yells in the halls.

    The money I have,
    Why should I give up,
    I need it for the path,
    But still I hold out the cup.

    I was insulted,
    And so I lashed,
    My face all red,
    My loyalty crashed.

    With the money gone,
    I can’t take it,
    I know its wrong,
    But still I take it.

    It wasn’t enough,
    To get back up,
    It wasn’t tough,
    To steal that cup.

    They couldn’t know my deed,
    I didn’t want them to,
    I planted it like a seed,
    And the explosion grew.

    Somehow he knew,
    I don’t know how,
    I didn’t know what to do,
    Am I a murderer now?

    They are looking for me,
    Another one bit he dust,
    It was easier you see,
    A crime of lust.

    They were all witnesses,
    The family of five,
    I am sorry about the kids,
    They should still be alive.


    It became an addiction,
    A filthy habit of mine,
    By gun, knife, or laceration,
    They’re dead at this line.