Victims often wonder how it came to be.
Wounded prey on others silencing trust with defeat.
Victims often wonder, what’s become of us?
Gather for revival, time to lay ruin to what they have wrought.
Noble, brave soul, martyr, in time we will truly know.
Victims often wonder, who will prevent them?
The idle remain hopeful, ignoring an idol that bleeds.
Victims often wonder, what can save us now?
Surely we’ll go together, rescued by the ship that leaks.
Deceived by the one.
You cannot cloak your core. We all know who you are.
You cannot cloak your core. We all know who you really are….
A fake, character of promise you lie.
Façade of gallantry. Example for all to see.
Brave soul, you cannot cloak your core.
Reprieve.
At last we know what you have sold, to us all.
At last you know what will become, what’s left of you my dear friend treachery.
Choke on your lies.
Spit your fucking lies.