The Final Strides

I never want to have to show you
what it's like to be the evil one
detrimental and unforgettable
born again as astarving son

babies die in the streets as
we spread this massive disease
self abuse takes on the means
poiting our fingers and clenching our teeth

~They think they know you, know you
they don't even know themselves
they think they know you, know you
they're all going straight to hell

the march of plagues begins it's ending
as the joining forces unveil the task
the world stops to drop it's jaw in obvious envy
everything that was pure is unmasked

so sad to see, a better me
and what you had, is dripping out
so truth is under us, and we are slowly bought
a hidden secret that can't be seen