Devil Sold His Soul

A tear in the shape of a gun with our hands to the sky
in the clarity of events I must turn down, break in my eyes
as the ashes lay still, a downpour may pass
and when you think that this might just be the end, the first takeover
your ruined lie had nothing to do with our escaping souls
and with the said, no one cares, the fires still burn on
you leave me no choice
sentiments keep burning
one last wish
burnt by my trust