You didn't stop to look 'round.
You were gone before I hit the ground.
You went on your way, no prayer was said.
You left me for dead.
You didn't cover my face.
I didn't merit a communal grave.
You set me aside, no tears were shed.
You left me for dead.
I won't stop, no, 'til hell is your home.
There's nowhere to hide, nowhere to go.
You'll feel the cold of my gun at your head.
You left me for dead.
And it's not like you stayed by my side or you called me a priest.
You searched through my mouth to check for gold teeth.
You were pawning my shoes as I bled.
You left me for dead.
You kept on taking your time.
Until it was certain I couldn't survive.
Judas remained, you turned and fled.
You left me for dead.
It didn't trouble your mind.
It did not disturb you to see me decline.
You turned out my lights, you put me to bed.
You left me for dead.
And I won't rest my head 'til hell is your home.
You think that you're safe, but oh no.
You'll feel the cold of my gun hit your head.
You left me for dead.
You didn't stay close to me, didn't stay by my side.
I was choking in blood as delight filled your eyes.
You're going to burn for each word that was said.
You left me for dead.
I've reached a dead end and I can't go back.
Now I'm out for blood, yes I'm on the attack.
But if I'm going down then you'll come with me.
Because you didn't stop to look 'round.
You were gone before I hit the ground.
You went on your way, no prayer was said.
You left me for dead.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
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