You have a pretense of goodness, but your true colors are already unfurled.

You go out to destroy the innocent to make sure your sadistic lust is fed.

But when your life is over, who will cry for you when you are dead?

Your evil washes over you like a dark curtain over life.

It stabs into the backs of the unaware like an elongated butcher knife.

But as I watched you in pity and as that lovely persons back bled,

I continued to think to myself, "Who will cry for you when you are dead?"

You think you can treat others like shit and get away with it always.

But as anyone else, you too will have your day.

Outside you look pure-white but inside you are as dark lead.

Again, who will cry for you when you are dead?

Honest politician works for his bribe; his honesty could not stay.

Bigot soldier murders his partner because hes gay.

Both are high-ranking, but the question is still said:

Who will cry for them when they are both dead?

May they and all heartless humanity be put away.

Changed forever or placed in prison as not to see the light of day.

Like Joseph McCarthy they will pass away unnoticed and unsaid.

No one, not even their mothers, will cry for them when they are dead.