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)