Day To Day

In The Distance

A man holds a shovel within my dreams.
He has a car boot full of screams.
He pulls them out one by one.
Shoots them in the head with his gun.

These victims aren't so normal.
And he isn't so formal.
Isolated when he buries his foes.
What's in those body bags only he knows.

But I have a feeling it's not just anyone he chose.
It is those who had given him pain and his woes.
No one else sees them.
When they come he knows when.