Here stands a guilty man
condemned, but will he understand
a gun in hand with bloody plans
won't gain respect through one's demands
Born and raised in days of despair
Forced to stay and brave this affair
war is waged he's made aware
the Lord awaits his fate's repair

Now his redemption and exemption
don't exist/ there's no exception
he insists that through confession
lessens odds of fire pension
(upon closer inspection he finds himself walking away
from his own reflection, attempting escape, alone he waits
his day for change is not today)

Tear out the ending
and write your own one
the time has come to stop pretending that it's over before it's begun
and still as each day
slowly passes by
he looks through each page to find he's really just a chapter inside

This stud has lost the taste for blood
his race is run/ a waste of time
his crime he can't repay
and now he regrets every day
Began at the bottom nothing's changed
that's where he'll stay, replaying all the things he'd run away from
in his brain that can't be undone

But he's not pleased with what he sees
he pleads upon his hands and knees
to ease the screams of memories
a history of misery
Cigarettes, self-help cassettes, are all that's left of
tears and sweat, the years have swept away his
chance to overcome this circumstance

Tear out the ending
and write your own one
the time has come to stop pretending that it's over before it's begun
and still as each day
slowly passes by
he looks through each page to find he's really just a chapter inside
what's next when all that's left is gone
(bury your expectations)

He sits there so cavalier
but fear has steered his eyes to tears
and yet he sneers at what he hears
the cheers of ghosts of prior years
a heated gust/ his body thrusts
and now they watch him turn to dust
his blood and puss have turned to rust
now judgment's just/ in God we trust
Look's to the sky, book by his side, arms outstretched
with fear in his eyes, asking why have you forsaken?
God replies, "You are mistaken! Your salvation
OR damnation all depends on where your faith is"
This man blames him for the wasted years of waiting
to come save him

Tear out the ending
and write your own one
the time has come to stop pretending that it's over before it's begun
and still as each day
slowly passes by
he looks through each page to find he's really just a chapter inside
what's next when all that's left is gone
(bury your expectations)