slamming doors and shaking hands,
heavy hearts and breaking backs,
wide eyes and guilty consciouses.
for every action, there is a reaction.
the air is so thick you choke on your own breath.
this room is like a cell, it just lacks the padded walls.
this happy home was broken long ago.
burn it down, forget to build it back.
we can bury these memories and pretend they never existed,
it's what we've been programmed to do from the start.
loaded gun, circle of would be friends.
we'll just keep playing this game with disregard for the rules and the risks.
there is no going back to square one after tonight.
all that's left is the blood trapped by skin and the broken heart that
steadily beats behind a cage of bone.
there's no escaping this one and there is no rescue.
all efforts are useless.
kill or be killed.
hunt or be hunted.
grab your riffles and load the bullets.
turn the tables and prepare for complete anarchy.
this is your life.
don't blink.
