That's How

You're scared,
running away
All you can smell is the burning
All you can hear is the agony
Your feet are fast,
cut up with the glass of chaos
Everything, everyone you love
is lost
What was the price?
What was the cost?

Now there's blood.
Blood on your feet and your face
Your murderous hands are a disgrace
"chop chop chop" you hear in your head
The way you killed your family
as they lay in their beds

Slam! Shatter! Glass, that's how it happened,
that's why you're running so fast.
Authority doesn't scare you, but the mirror does.
You hate to see what the murderer had done.
Heart filled to the brim with hatred and guilt.
That's why you got a gun, pulled the trigger.
And that's how you dealt.