Silk Demise Lamia
They're on the papers
They come back to haunt me
A little liar
That sold their story
Contemplates
Eye for an eye
So wrong
Caught the liar in a blink of an eye
They come here alone
Like coloured insects
Lacking tolerance
Collecting honey
Tthen marching on and on
Stomach so tight
Waken eyes
On the blurry side
With waken eyes
Waken eyes
