When time escapes your clutches
Those daggers of fingers
Those nails of steel
Those teeth to unveil
As you scream an appeal

Ripped from your bosom
Or shall I say breast
Your heart still beating
Go ahead ask your request
A life filled w/out distress


That’s what you get
A whole fist full of bullshit & regret
A life filled of horrors; you to did create
There is no passing the buck
It is way way too LATE

Whichever, you can not protest
You thought was good will
They’ve proven to you still
Everyone out for their own thrill
Good-Bye to Good Will