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As the tide turns a fact still remains

A second layer to the boy in distress

My words are dedicated

To your words

Spoken in err

If there is any justice you'll stagnate

Always true to your malleable ethic

Your apathy turns to cruelty

Parading and showing off the darkness of your heart

A razorblade handshake

A projectile wave

Kisses that strangulate

An embrace that destroys

The cruelty

The decadence

Noble on paper

Or when it suits you best

Hear the song without a soul

Simple verse you spout

Restrained and fabricated

Simple lies through song

Expressed in action your truth is eloquent

You're always accountable

You stink of guilt

The truth recorded so when you change

It'll follow you

Noble on paper

Or when it suits you best

Hear the song without a soul

A razorblade handshake

A projectiile wave

Kisses that strangulate

An embrace that destroys

The cruelty

The decadence

Noble on paper

Or when it suits you best

Hear the song without a soul