Trail Of Tears

Wipe off the blade and put it aside
Rinse all your wounds and dress up in pride
Anguish will sit by your side till you die
and feed off your lies
Confessions in vain, you're destined to fail
Anguish took hold on your neck
Indecent behaviour
Doomed to a fate sealed in red
Attempting destruction
The evidence is running red across your floor
like rivers of guilt