Targets

Slipping into your footsteps, burrowed into your Soul. Teenage wannabe master, teenage wannabe ghost. Stepping into the doorway, confidently reload. It won't be alive at the end of the Show. Targets aim for the future, Dying just to grow old. But every rose'll be cut down, bloody red when They go. Fingers reaching for mercy, Just a second too slow. The angels have nowhere to go. Cannibals won't be your Savior. All alone, no one to Save ya. Your blood, your breath, your bone. The chamber spinning on and on and on. Animals won't leave our Targets. Memories in the yearbook, terror page upon page. Teenage living in sorrow, teenage living in rage. Candles steadily glowing, cut and paste in our Grief. Hell's the new normal and hope is the Dream. Targets starting to fester, Targets starting to boil. All the blood in their footprints disappears in the Soil. Wonders eyes on a statement, Something has to be done. Is this what our home has become? Cannibals won't be your Savior. All alone, no one to Save ya. Your blood, your breath, your bone. The chamber spinning on and on and on. Animals won't leave our Targets Alone. Hey, alone, alone. Targets alone.