This Mess

Who wants to clear up this mess? The stain is embedded too deep Along with daggers in your back You appear to have blood-soaked hands Leave now, be free Live with no apology Thank me for the years we had and don't look back Leave now, be free Try to find some sympathy For all the times I never thought to see you Sinners are in the way Bleeding into these arms There is nothing to be hidden As we watch all sons of old gods die You suffocate for the sake of a requiem And all thoughts turn to A better memory And we found out How we stood still Overall And it's now That we found out We are still here Overall We found out Where we stood still Couldn't be here Overall Yes it's now That we found out Where we stood still Until now