Lirama

Masks and a fake skin
The builders keep breaking
The buzzing
Attracted to the innocent
The wolves lead the sheep
The buzzing

With a stare to crush their hopes and words
To drown the flies
Thier hands fall apart when we need to hold them
And the skeleton speaks of what we've told them
The buzzing
They stare with the eyes of wolves, and the hearts of dead
The builders keep breaking