Washing away everything
that you thought was true
Trying to rid yourself
of everything you knew
In the dark everything begins
to look the same
but then turn on the light
and the rules change the game
Never did you care
when the writing read genocide
You begin worrying
when it changed to suicide
You once had the power and control
of life and death
but now the reaper has control
of your last breath
People died because of you
for too many years
Point the gun at yourself
and end the people's fears
Washing away everything
you told them was true
Now trying to rid themselves
of memories of you

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