Thieves are terrible. A step away from the life of an assassin. The path, so bright that anyone can see the outcome. Testing the few who fight to survive.
You\'re a thief. With no consideration for the brightness in an eye, you shut them down with a silent goodbye.
You give them time, give them a chance to fight. To win. Then you take all of the hope, and just toss it in the bin.
I get it. They fell vulnerable to your strength. They thought \"No way, not me\". And just like that, the slap of reality.
You stick around for the tears. You feed on the fears. You drive and steer. No hope left. Not even in beer.
You tease a short goodbye. You mock the unwanted \"Hi\". With not once going away when they scream \"Why?!\" You settle down on the cry.
You are hated by alot. Disappointed by a few. Cursed with a sin. There\'s no pity for you.
Take. Waste. Gather. Pry. We still wonder why. Give me back my fallen. Stand them back up. Take the stairs down. Still we are callin.
No more taking. No more fighting.
Give us back...the eyes of sighting.
Thievery is your strategy. Yet strength is ours.
Stand in the way. Host all you want...just know...we will break your bars.