Words unsheathed
There are daggers in my ears
Torn apart by predatory prose
Your angry eyes speak volumes by themselves
I've had enough
You can suffer on your own
No need to be nearly so explicit
I understand
This is going nowhere
There are daggers in my ears
Torn apart by predatory prose
Your angry eyes speak volumes by themselves
I've had enough
You can suffer on your own
No need to be nearly so explicit
I understand
This is going nowhere