f** the truth, and if our hearts
Poured out every last word
He will die in the name
Of all that we have carved in their
Wrists;
Witness the fake.
So relieved by all the scars
Severed sighs of f**ing me
I'll k** you before the breath
That will murder the foe.
What we have carved in their wrists;
Witness the fake
So believed by all the scars
Severed knives, to dull to stab
I'll f** you before the best of me
f**s myself first.
Where the f** is the truth?
We will die.