Presence pierces my peripherals
Some pins but mostly needles
Everywhere I look I can't ignore
The stain that you leave behind
Drunk with power, high on excuses
Accepting every power but avoiding every consequence
Their silence is your excuse
Your silence is their sentence
You will never know their pain
But you will still regret it
Their silence is your excuse
Your silence is their sentence
You will never know their pain
But you will still regret it