Librium You Don't Know
You wink and nod
You think you're God
You think you're Satan
You're going down
The faintest sound
Will make you tainted, hated
You don't know how
You don't know what
Or where I've
You don't know how
You don't know what
Or where I've been
You sing your songs
And bring you're wrongs
And procreate it
You pit against
So undersensed
And unrelated, shameless
