Murderer

Wash down the guilt with a glass of wine 
Telling yourself it will all be fine 
The chair that squeaks as you tilt back and forth 
Could almost be screaming of the things before 
So you snap the leg in two 
And you knock down all your booze
And the stain that soaks your shirt 
Is not so different from the stain on her skirt 
Which is not covered in alcohol but fluid from within 
A dark substance called blood that can be drawn by a sin
And god, my brother Sind
And blood came from Within
The girl with the skirt 
 Making a stain like the alcohol on his shirt