Instant paper, compromise Audience stills survives Underneath a bloody cape Audience still escapes Feeling torture on the page Audience comes of age Fucking donkeys , right disease Blaming is never pleased
The eyes can't protect you through The compromising I Swore allegiance to The lie!
Wicked paper, aspirates Audience fearing hate Over top , whats underneath Audience is in defeat Free to worry , keep the peace Audience in disgrace Someone's knocking on their knees All he says: "Can't release"
The eyes I'll protect you through The compromising I Swore allegiance to The lie! The flies, self protection proves The compost smelling piles To pass on over to A future...
Hollow... Hollow...Sliding deep in it. Hollow...Somethings full of shit Hollow... Each and every bit Hollow...Something smells like shit Hollow...