January

Now I could hear the coyotes when I laid in a bed

It's thoughts of running away would invade my head

And I would starve myself, never lose a pound

The pain never goes away it just moves around



January sidewalk, evergreen battlefield

Outta the rain with with cuts that'll heal

And as the casualties gradually disappear magically

Wrapped in plastic and trapped in caskets

Stricken and looking like a victim of a sex-crime

There is always some more where they came from the next time

They used to be pretty, now they're all messed up

Stressed out and dressed up

Needle still in her arms

Stripped to the silver and gold

And disregarded

Along with a card board boxes in the garbage

People just walk by with brand new clothes on

Socks and underwear as all of this goes on

Carcasses all over the ground and the darkness

Some of them were drugged and all of them were unplugged

And ugly

"Oh my god, they call themselves christians!"

I cry from the forest and nobody listens

Blame it on the rain, blame it on the black star

But these crimes are committed in your very own backyard

And where were the angels when they needed the most of all

Too far away and too close to call

Tipped over and broken, open wounds

Untreated

Don't bother calling an ambulance

None's needed

It's too late

Forever after everything remains brought

A chainsaw massacre



Now I could hear the coyotes when I laid in a bed

It's thoughts of running away would invade my head

And I would starve myself, but never lose a pound

The pain never goes away just moves around