Exit Wounds

By Ben Quad

On Ephemera

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We see what you do

You're not even hiding

Another head turned

Another day passing

There is no justice from these tiny windows

It's all on your hands

It's all on your hands

It's all on your hands

We see through the exit wounds

And in the home you hollowed out

Do you think they'd spare room for you?

This ugly world

The past is all re-written

One foot's in the grave

The other's wrapped in satin

You'll say it's what we want

You'll promise more compassion

I hope their faces haunt your dreams

How can you sleep with a

Burning body at your door step

But you will look away

Burning body at your door step

But you will look away