I left a life behind; 
I'm not sure that it was mine. 
The doubt creeps up sometimes 
like a delayed forewarning sign. 

And trouble waits for me down every road 
I've ever known. 
I know it's company, but it's a wound 
that cuts right to the bone. 

So, what do you say to all the blood that's on my hands? 
Will you wash it off, or look for evil in my plans? 
And if the body, next to you, that all this time you thought you knew - 
could you leave it if it's mine, and I'm the darkness that cuts through? 

I'm getting good at robbing graves and knowing what to say. 
The way the earth gives way and offers somewhere safe to lay. 
It's where with you, I'll stay. I'll stay 'cause I can't ever get away. 
I know my time is near, but I bet with you, I'll be okay. 

But what should I say to all the blood that's on your hands? 
Should I wash it off, or look for evil in your plans? 
And if the body under you is black and blue, 
could I leave you, if it's true, that you're the darkness that cuts through? 

And if the darkness needs a fallen, if there's one bullet in the gun; 
if my faith turns into caution, if my feet start to run; 
will you look at me and say you're sorry for what you've done 
as you push me in the grave? And we know that it cannot be undone. 

What do you say to all my blood that's on your hands? 
Will you try to wash me off and say that you weren't in command? 
If the body under you, is me, will you cover me under the 
sweet, sky blue? All along, you're the darkness that cuts through. 

You left a life behind 
and killed the only thing that's mine. 
I'll haunt your house at night 
and turn off every working light. 
Now something deadly follows you to 
every place you'll go. 
I'll be your company. 
A wound that cuts right to the bone.  

'Cuts Through' - 02/05/23.