Testament

Here we go
The people show
Victims of tomorrow
The way it goes
It never shows
Emptiness or sorrow
There is nothing left inside
Nothing left to cry for
So I justify my crimes
Things that I must die for
So alone
Away it goes
The life that you have wasted
You never know
Where it might go
The sweet success youve tasted
Tasted by a bitter frown
Knowing I must die for
Cant confide, to all the lies
No one to inquire
As I wander, change os seasons
As I realize
That Ill soon be there
Ill let you know
The reapers show
Makes you beg or borrow