Post Mortem

The darkness of night slowly creeps in
Light flickers,
then fades into a blackened sky
The minds eye plays tricks with everything you see
Imagination triggers thoughts of the fears within
Try to relax, be your best self
But all you do is worry,
the gun’s in the drawer
the Bible's on the shelf
Each person you see reminds you again that
You’ve got to be certain,
one hundred percent certain
You were beaten, robbed, left for dead
No one was there,
you were by yourself
the gun’s in the drawer
the Bible's on the shelf
Critically wounded,
clawing to get help
Echoes of voices,
then sirens and nothing...

The gavel gives justice
like a loaded gun to your head,
The accused goes free,
his case was self-defense
Victims are all guilty
by their own choice the argument
Scenes of that night,
you never forget
you relive them every day
A promise, a threat,
uttered through a chuckle
You must take this seriously,
you must take arms
If ever again, then never again,
this will come to end
As you wait,
time passes slowly living in fear
Until the day you are certain,
one hundred percent certain...
the gun’s in the drawer
the Bible's on the shelf
the gun’s in the drawer
the Bible's on the shelf
time passes slowly living in fear
Until the day you are certain,
one hundred percent certain!