Lirama

Fuck the truth, and if our hearts
Poured out every last
Word
He will die in the name
Of all that we have carved
Their
Wrists;
Witness the fake.
So relieved by all
The scars
Severed sighs of fucking me
I'll kill you
Before the breath
That will murder the foe.
What we have
Carved in their wrists;
Witnes the fake
So believed by
All the scars
Severed knives, to dull to stab
I'll
Fcuk you before the best of me
Fucks myself first.
Where
The fuck is the trust?
We will die.