Post by Mona Hraefn on Dec 7, 2009 22:57:01 GMT -8
Voices…they are all in my head. They call me crazy and I know why…
They tell me stories, they tell me lies.
Hiding between half truths … indistinguishable lines and reasons.
Whispers... taunts…and threats
They think we are weak…calling us cowards when we refuse to do as they say.
Throwing stones, calling it justified.
It’s the Mob.
The hypocrites and opportunists
They say “stuff like that is what this city was built on”
Don’t like it go walk in the sun.
Clear the mind, remember thyself.
Yes I might fall but I will fight until there is nothing left.
I know the truth, I know the reasoning…and in the end I know they fail.
They tell me stories, they tell me lies.
Hiding between half truths … indistinguishable lines and reasons.
Whispers... taunts…and threats
They think we are weak…calling us cowards when we refuse to do as they say.
Throwing stones, calling it justified.
It’s the Mob.
The hypocrites and opportunists
They say “stuff like that is what this city was built on”
Don’t like it go walk in the sun.
Clear the mind, remember thyself.
Yes I might fall but I will fight until there is nothing left.
I know the truth, I know the reasoning…and in the end I know they fail.
