Her head on the floor
Her eyes crystal clear
She died with great terror
That her only father was her murder
Her innocent temple became a outpour of River blood.
I Marx made vowed to take away the life of any Man
that takes away anything dear to me.
But I have betrayed my own promise.
She was all I had.........
Now I am everything I am.
A Paranoid ,A Sicko.
No,no,no,no !
I cannot live with myself !
I am Afraid of what I have become.
What Good will be said about me in the future?
My story will be a frightening tale
told unto camp fires.
About a rifling sick man in perfect paranoia .
I stood there.........Nothing I could do .
I asked forgiveness to a dead corpse .
But the dead know of nothing !
I hear the sound of many sirens.
It's finally here to take me away .......Justice.
The friend of The Grim Reapper !
It has no remorse for human weaknesses.
Runaway daddy,Runway !
The voice of my daughter playing inside my soul
Like a lullaby !!
But I Ran ,I Ran ,I Ran.
Running to no where!
Running to a place where no one loves me .
Running,Running,Running .
Pain and Pain and Pain .
Running away from
Shame and Shame and Shame .
My runaway was as perfect as weakness not cowardly like cowardness .
After all I am only human !
Give me the map to my future .......
If I run to it ,death will meet me there with a fatal kiss.
This life is not paranoid
It is Madness!
So I ran ,and ran
Like a Mad man!
