No Guilt - Defeater

Standing at the edge

Rust and green of the bridges reflecting

Toying with the depths

The water’s blue looks a little too distant

Thinks of the pistol instead

Eyes it over and breathes in the salt air

Barrel to his head

Pulls the trigger and everything quiets

The card cheat stands

Looming over the dealer still bleeding

Switchblade in hand

Aims to cut out a trophy as winnings

It’s a liar’s prize

A falsehood for the bastard to brag on

His blade takes a life

Off the bridge, to the river

No shame, no guilt and no grace

Cheat heads back to the Coin

Downs a drink and calls a hand with the bookie

Stares him dead to rights

Puts the eye on the table and leaves

No shame, no guilt and no grace

No shame, no guilt and no grace

«No father should bury a son

No matter his sins, misgivings or the things he’s done

That man lives with a price on his head

No matter where he hides, wears his debt like a hanging hex»

No shame, no guilt and no grace

No matter his sins, misgivings or the things he’s done

No shame, no guilt and no grace

No matter where he hides, wears his debt like a hanging hex

A new face comes to call

Asking where she can get what she’s needing

A man of the cloth in tow

Head upstairs to silence their longing

No shame, no guilt and no grace