Rumor

You come across the town at night When everybody is sleeping tight Like a disease cursing in the wind Your ugly face pours into our heads Hissing, screeching, screaming at us Crawling up legs and down peoples spines Slithering down throats and into our stomachs But on the way as you drop into our heads You change here and there and add a little piece Making your appearance even more dreadful then it already is Making everyone who meets you see something different You break up friends and tear apart relationships You make people cry and you make them mad, Sad, unhappy, you hurt peoples feelings You slap them in their faces when there is no need Yes, rumor, we would rather do without you!