silent and empty, br delicate, used. br savages with their br deadlines, and a br fullmoon in view. br br silent and deadly, br love being used, br their hatred stains br the world, and your br blood, nothing more br then red paint. br br silent and sad, br as they load their br guns, to them we br are nothing more br then red paint, and br they, pissed off and br used. br br jesus, we could use a br little help down here, br for the mean peaple br with fast fingers are br killing in the name of br you, still you say father br forgive them, for they now br not what they do.