This Mess

Who wants to clear up this mess?

The stain is embedded too deep

Along with daggers in your back

You appear to have blood-soaked hands

Leave now, be free

Live with no apology

Thank me for the years we had and don't look back

Leave now, be free

Try to find some sympathy

For all the times I never thought to see you

Sinners are in the way

Bleeding into these arms

There is nothing to be hidden

As we watch all sons of old gods die

You suffocate for the sake of a requiem

And all thoughts turn to

A better memory

And we found out

How we stood still

Overall

And it's now

That we found out

We are still here

Overall

We found out

Where we stood still

Couldn't be here

Overall

Yes it's now

That we found out

Where we stood still

Until now