Victim's Blood

One dead, two at large

On their heels, a murder charge
No escape from what they've done
They try to flee, but they cannot run

Fugitives as consequence
of forfeiting their innocence
Across the border of hope and fear
She prays to God, "Don't leave me here..."

Self-control wearing thin
Paranoia setting in
Darkness-stricken countenance
They can't afford to go down for this.


On the run
Victim's blood
on the gun



Down to Mississippi
with drugs and guns in tow
Doing their best to ensure
the neighbors never know.

But police find a way
to track them to their home.
They tried to run from fate
but they were far too slow.

"I'm not a fiend, I'M NOT A FIEND!!"
the girl thinks to herself
"I'm not a fiend, I'M NOT A FIEND!!"
But no else can tell.

"I'm not a fiend, I'M NOT A FIEND!!"
As they take her away.
"I'm not a fiend, I'M NOT A FIEND!!"
Say what you need to say.