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
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