The Circle Ends Here - Nam

Look into your own eyes
the rising tide of your grossness
has burst in her insides
the fingers point at you
guilt will tear you down
and everything will
stay the same
Thus you will pay
for what you've done

She wakes up every morning
from the same nightmare
the nightmare you created
that night when you fell
to the misery of a beast

You spread blood across her thighs
Broke dreams above her mind
you drank pleasure out of her screams
calling for help just built up your heat

How could you not stop
How could you even be

she rips the canvas off the walls
she wants to forget she wants a way out!