There are monsters among us
they look like you and me
you might gaze into their eyes
but it's distance that you'll see.
The crimes they've committed
against a heart of gold
must be told,
because they're getting away with it.
They'll say all the right things
but never the truth.
You won't hear them confess
to the mess they've made.
They'll walk around town
and there won't be a trace
of the cement thick bullshit
they'd spoken to your face.
Time after time after time.
they get away with murder.
Like a switch they can turn it off.
Lock it away in the dark recesses of their mind,
you'll never find.
These criminals keep it hidden
buried deep in the blackest part
of their unreachable heart.
They'll go about their business
as though they didn't suck you into their sickness
over and over and over again
ensuring that your heart never opens,
They'll take trips, crack jokes, talk about loving their jobs.
But the part about putting another living, breathing,
loving soul through a fiery hell --
that, they'll never tell.
Yeah they'll look at you through their far off eyes
and convince you
that they're good.
Meanwhile they've stashed the body
in the basement of their brain
lying crying stripped of all its gold
and cold, lifeless, and alone.
You'll never know of that light that once shone.
They may wear a suit
appear to be cute
and you might fall under their spell.
But its no fault of yours
you didn't know behind doors
that there were guts on the floors.
They'll slice you to pieces
for as long as allowed
and even if you break free
you'll never see
the way you once did