On the Open Road

The sun rises high

The blood filling it

Like the chalice of life

Is filled with its victims souls.

I rise from the ashes

Of my very sins

To stand in the wake

Of that dreaded battlefield.

War waged by brother 

And by sister

The backstabbing and hatred

Ever so fresh to the bitter mind.

For what wasn't right

For what wasn't good

For what wasn't what 

They stood for.

The winter leaving

The coldness drifting ever 

Further away does it seem

As I depart from their corpses.

The ravens fly down

As they attack their sins

Tearing the carcass

In order to feed on the 

Guilty soul within.

The war was waged

Funily enough

By angels and demons

The popular and the rejects

But who won

At the end of the day?

We only have the future to tell us

So see me tomorrow

I will show the world

You can drag me down

You can haze me all you like

I'm the f*****g dog that gets up

After every punch

After every fight

I come back

To show you up

And shine in the

Shed blood o' mine

I will continue to walk

All over you 

The guilty shall not win,

not today

not ever

I promise

Upon my dead body.