The Broken

Distance of the broken
Fairness of all life.
Where could it be spoken?
Maybe in the darkness of night
The hurt, dead, and sorrowful
Lurk and stay together
Gone with love and broken hearts
To weep for false illusions
Inspired by the word they sacrifice
Give them your heart, blood, and tears
Kill the good, keep the wicked
Cheers to the happy ones who hurt you
Turned you into the freak that you are
Broken the circus of the dead
We wait to be resurrected
By our own true love ahead
Someday their match will come
But until that day we stay
Hurt, bloodless, and dead.