The Union

Is this something that you thought you could do
And even get away with now?
When cries come from the ones
Who broke their backs for you
And lost everything that they ever had.
Write this down, and lie through your teeth
As you smile, but never forget.

It won't happen again

Blood from a wound that was open
Is where it drank it's life away.
Then we saw you,
So choke on the mess you made,
And don't think about what could have been.
Just feel this knife in your back when this record spins.
Is this something that you thought you could do
And even get away with?