Lies. Lies, lies.
The scar engraved in my back
Tattooed there in black,
My truth is reciprocal.
Justice,
It's a pretty word.
I don't know if it means what it once did.
But that doesn't matter—to children or sheep.
And it's hard to tell when your enemies
Are all white and pure and sacred.
I love you,
When I saw the snow in your dark hair,
Eyes closed on a dirty face
My wounds and your peace...
I still dream about it.
I HATE YOU.
You took my friends and love.
It was all evil, you said.
Rest now, pigs, 'cuz trust is dead
And your nightmares are caged and tamed
But when I break loose,
I'LL KILL YOU.