Eating Lightning, Pt. II - The Jonbenet

One hundred and eighty days have passed since I’ve been here trapped deep

inside this white beast

We are it’s hands we are it’s blood

Cold streets are what we follow lined with torn apart souls

Dark hearts are being hidden to be found on our way home

Speak now or forever hold your peace

A companionship broken for greed

A companionship broken for green secret agendas

Rendezvous never spoken of behind the backs of the ones you loved

You could have been there till the end, The bitter end when you said that it

was go time

Well you should have listened

It’s your time to go