The makeup wipes clean.
No use for those.
No need to know what anything means.
The act has been over for years.
Sickle cuts your eyes so the blood captures the tears.
Cycle of fear won't match the lightning speed as your soul gets ripped away and your family on their knees.
They will plead, beg, fight, and kill for one moment more.
The karma's cashed in and what for?
It's all for fucking nothing.
The man in black didn't even give your legacy a second glance, and no one will be alive to give your stand a second stance.
There is no karma only the reaper and chance.