Can you cut into the gristle and the blood
The word
The hurt
The dirt
A slice of tongue turning on serrated spit
Life drains on
When you talk
Hundreds of ears combust and die
A lie
I try
Defy
A word is just naked noise
All dressed in thorns
Tears me down
Brains that boil
Over the corpses of the few
The good
Unsure
Of truth
What makes you cruel little man
What makes you cruel little man
What makes you cruel little man
I know you're lost little man