What goes around comes around

A life long undeserved
it awaits, your hearse unreserved
The knife is ripe
The blood is real 
I walk down that stone path
into the barn where you made me kneel

This house is mine
This hell’s scathing swine
there it is
that room in the basement
those video tapes
of the helpless rapes

those knives are out 
I can hear the new one’s shouts 
I can hear that laughter
right before the morning after 

I turn the knob
and creek the door
and creep through the blood
on the drywood floor

and there it is
your new one crying
writhing in pain begging

The house is loud
for hell had to come about
you turn around
walk in to my knife 
I smile and say what goes around
comes around!