(Tool Cover)nnThere's a shadow just behind me,nShrouding every step i take,nmaking every promise empty,npointing every finger at me.nWaiting like a stalking butlernwho upon the finger rests.nMurder now the path called must wenjust before the son has come.nJesus, won't you fucking whistlensomething but the past and done? nnWhy can't we not be sober?nI just want to start this over.nWhy can't we drink forever.nI just want to start things over. nnI am just a worthless liar.nI am just an imbecile.nI will only complicate you.nTrust in me and fall as well.nI will find a center in you.nI will chew it up and leave,nI will work to elevate younjust enough to bring you down. nnTrust me. nnMother Mary won't you whispernsomething but what's past and done. nnTrust me. nnI want what I want.