The Pretty Troll

The wounds are healthier than a new born tree, Yes, the ones you drew on me underground, They had a cause, a very global cause A walking word out of your hands It was untrue but very correct. I didn't lie, it's all you that pretends. I had the best nightmare last night, I was gonna tell you, but horror kills fright. I am not a drug to destroy your braincells, They gotta grow to prove your pretty head. You are a greedy troll on the inside, Could make a great angel on the outside.