All cried out de Vendetta Red

Turn your back on your past
make your mark with a crime that lasts
'guns don't ; but bullets do
and i've been saving one for you
hold me down i can feel a seizure coming
think i took too much marazine
saw blade bits tearing tendons from your neck
like so much knives through bread
'til you head sags and falls to the ground
cashmere crush covered in smoke
i'm all cried out
soldiers march
a red sunset
blood soaked babies on bayonets
the flag still waves
for all to see
like moonlight on my machete