• Step back for a moment and look
    See the bloody mess you've made
    The slit wrists and bloodied blade
    What a beautiful life you took

    This corpse is now your concious!
    How does it feel, does it feel great?
    To see the product of your hate?
    You're so stupid and vicious.

    Stand still and think about it
    Did she really deserve this
    Think of the life people will miss
    How long will it take to admit?

    The court trial and crime scene.
    The judge awaits your plea
    Will you say 'innocent' or 'guilty',
    When he asks if you killed this teen

    Tell them it was suicide, not your fault at all
    Then sit back and wait
    Pray its not to late
    To sway the juries call

    Your concious sits beside you
    She looks like she could cry
    Maybe it was suicide, but you told her to die
    So what else was she to do

    When her mother didn't love her
    When her daddie didn't care
    It was more than she could bear
    So when you said 'die', she thought 'sure'

    The judge says 'not guilty, you may go'
    You scream 'yes I am!'
    You feel guilty and don't give a da**,
    About what they think or know

    They lock you up for life
    Your concious is gone
    She has moved on
    You put to rest her strife

    So thanks to you a life has ended,
    An innocent girl is buried
    Her life shortened, her death hurried
    Her parents broken hearts can't be mended

    How does it feel, does it feel great?
    To remember its now to late?
    To know you decided her fate?
    To know the product of your hate?

    How does it feel?