Scream Silence The Vitriol
countless times in a row
grow thorns in envy
cold will hate steady grow
admiration and scorn
and solemnly you wear
bruises. careful adorned
but brave I carry on
i never will belong
i´m on the run
i strike me on
and strike me on
your feigned embellished jaw
i´m on the run
i strike me on
and strike me on
till nearly cessation
endure the vitriol
fairy tales someone wrote
once about me
no one has ever told
disturbed in my devout
cherished reveries
by your incessant fraud
