The Legacy
Mike Schleibaum, John Henry
A legacy that rots with time,
Cold before it hits the ground,
I've been where those fears lie,
I've heard the screams from the inside,
I know never look back,
When memories fade to flashes,
That trust was just a trap,
Look for my picture in the ashes
Deceit riding under a white flag,
A casualty of sincerity
Dust on the gallows,
And not a tear in sight,
Just like the old days,
Perfection rotting from the inside out
A pale face that cracks with age,
A blank stare screaming with rage
Sunken cheeks a lonely heart,
Sadistic seduction you know the part
