f*ck the truth, and if our hearts
poured out every last word
he will die in the name
of all that we have carved their
wrists;
witness the fake.
so relieved by all the scars
severed sighs of f*cking me
i'll kill you before the breath
that will murder the foe.
what we have carved in their wrists;
witnes the fake
so believed by all the scars
severed knives, to dull to stab
i'll fcuk you before the best of me
f*cks myself first.
where the f*ck is the trust?
we will die.