This is a ploy of cold, crass, sheep. To only milk the pieces of truth that suit their means
And I was just wandering what you thought it’d bring
So hey, there’s a poison in your skin, I see it quietly seeping out of it
Hey there’s a poison in your skin. I see it coming, saw it coming out.
And I am the fortunate one
This, an attempt at feeding primal needs, has woken all the demons that reside inside of me