All Cried Out - Vendetta Red

Turn your back on your past 
Make your mark with a crime that lasts 
'Guns don't kill..." but bullets do 
And I've been saving one for you 
Hold me down I can feel a seizure coming 
Think I took too much marazine 
Saw blade bits tearing tendons from your neck 
Like so much knives through bread 
'Til you head sags and falls to the ground 
Cashmere crush covered in smoke 
I'm All Cried Out 
Soldiers march 
A red sunset 
Blood soaked babies on bayonets 
The flag still waves 
For all to see 
Like moonlight on my machete