So many lives taken;
Not one smile.
So many souls forsaken;
It's been a while.
The razors lay stained,
And the pills are gone.
The blood's been drained;
It didn't take too long.
The blood lies still,
But the wound goes deep.
Through all sweeps a chill,
And all begin to weep.
A young pair of lovers
Slain by their own hands.
It's them the blanket covers:
Off to the Promised Land.
