The robbery of murder

You must have been special To the people who loved you They built a shrine because they loved you And you and I are close without meeting You must have been special I see they carved it in the marble...

I dream of the day I'll see you again The years have not diminished my hope And if there's a way I'll find it be sure I embrace expectation to cope I search for a way to see you again There's so much...

At last your bloody trail ends In a dank and dirty dim lit dive And oh how so fitting for your sorry grave You'll never leave this place alive You're not quite what I expected You're small, sad, frail...

There is tragedy and stagnancy in day to day life I endure it all for one goal: To find you and make sure you pay for your deed For the swerve at the curve and the nerve that it took to drive off I've...

And since I've put it all behind me I feel inside a pit of emptiness Although I've let the hatred go I'm left here with a hungry hole to fill When you're consumed for years and years By a mission so...

Someday I'll get you, you bringer of death You caused me my childhood to lose I'll carve out your heart because you hardened mine You beer-guzzling loser, you death-monging cruiser You maker of ten...

How can you blame me, it isn't my fault My daddy was quick with his boot My mother was distant and didn't show love Except to the bottle and tube How can you blame me, it isn't my fault My teachers...

"When's he coming home?" Waiting by the door You know you break my heart. It's hard on me, you know "When's he coming home?" Nose pressed 'gainst the glass You tear me up inside. I...

I buckled you in and we set off for home A breathtaking night to be sure How were you to know all hell would break loose With a swerve at the curve, son, you didn't deserve to lose me