The Skeptic

This sorrow is hollow in truth I am borrowed Dont ever recall me with witness I'll follow With constance I'll call out, the heavens in echoes Oh save me I'm falling the broken shall honour Their master dont bother redeem us they call out It's painful to speak when this hunger it sets in The children shall scuffle and ruffle their feathers It matters so let us they'll get us and set us On fire they'll burn us to turn us against us And blame us with honours they'll call us To show us they moan us in rafters And then I will ask you to See us believe us it withers we figure That we are in rivers Please see us dont leave us With pleasure we'll give up and give up with pleasure Don't call me to tell me you sorry Oh glory depict all the stories Don't hold me just scold me I cannot describe this This feeling if only They told me the story of how I was holy Control me they showed me how I was so lonely Know that I was born on the doorsteps of sorrow Just constantly furrowed by mindz that are shallow In angst I will cry out in breath I will whisper I have to beseech you and leave you within you We see through through the issues and feed you induce you Then you look whose thorugh you Whofooled you to lose you Then whose who when fools lose who could do what you drew And paged through these fools who reviewed you and drew doom They tried to erase you the graze you to faze you