There’s a story unheard
A story of wonder
Witches tap inside & unlock the spell that they blunder
But never in society is this to be accepted
Heads are deceased the second it’s mentioned
Nobody seems to be innocent
But can still buy their love
Scrubbing their hands, but can’t remove the blood
So the hands embrace the forehead
And the forehead hangs in shame
Innocent lives shall now take the blame
And then it begins…
The self-indulgement
Depressed little eyes will dig an early coffin
And for all these leaders
There are a million to follow
Who live through another day alone in the swallow
Hollow hearts become noting but a metaphor
For everything in life we have been forced to settle for
Where the picture is painted
And young lives are tainted
And in search for the truth to this day
But still waiting
Hold on my god, I feel my calling
Blessed the skies, bleeding and falling
Freedom in grass, brutally killing
Indulging solid water, in a distorted vision
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