Excuse The Mess, Don’t Clean It Up

Fear her injections
Her panic is not a release
It’s an excuse
Simply so she can bleed
Her heroine decays the veins
She has things inside
She must kill, it’s killing time 
When she screams
Let your eyes wander past
She wants you to fear how much you love her
Yet she knows you don’t love her at all
And so she’s afraid of your audacity to care
When she knows that no one cares at all
This duty is fearless to breathe without courage
Burning time, light a match, watch her burn
A witch which you know is innocent among her sin
Cutting time, slice the skin, let her hurt
Excuse the mess, don’t clean it up, stain the sink
Let out her demons by breathing in 
Do what she did, hypocrite
Tell me again what innocence is