Texty: Assemblage 23. Consequence.

Mere apologies won't undo what you've done

The echoes linger on, the backlash has begun

Feigned indifference, your least convincing mask

But deep down inside, its forgivness that you ask



When hurt and lies become the currency

All it buys us is more tragedy

Hide behind the veil of ignorance

But every action has a consequence



More sleepless nights, your conscience rouses you

Self-medicate, so you can make it through

Every day goes by at a slow and sickly pace

You chose to live a lie, now it can't be erased



When hurt and lies become the currency

All it buys us is more tragedy

Hide behind the veil of ignorance

But every action has a consequence



You're breaking up, the clock is running out

Guilt eats you alive and fills your soul with doubt

Brought to your knees by what you did and said

The echos linger on, resounding in your head