You know what? I heard something, not long ago. And now it echoes. It bothers me. It makes me sick. It proves your filth. I know your secrets. You aren't a model for a demon. Mend your wounds. Your lies are bleeding. Convince someone else of your shoveled in confidence. Buried away, but i know. And if i had my way, a thousand eyes would witness. You point your finger at me with one foot in your grave. Liar.
You know what? I heard something, not long ago. And now it echoes. It bothers me. It makes me sick. It proves your filth. I know your secrets. You aren't a model for a demon. Mend your wounds. Your lies are bleeding. Convince someone else of your shoveled in confidence. Buried away, but i know. And if i had my way, a thousand eyes would witness. You point your finger at me with one foot in your grave. Liar.
