Graves of slaves
Dreaming of long lost days
They paid their wage
They did their time
But happiness was ne'er to find

The dreams of relax and unwind
Are hard to find
While pigs lay at the top
They feed us their slop

Yet in the shadows, voices rise
A whispered rage beneath the skies
The chains may bind, the body breaks
More spirits rise, the earth quakes
The thunderous roars of rage
Bent on turning the page

And they will take.
The swine squeal in fear
As the many dead hands draw near
"Never fear," the dead cry
"For we will always be here"

Liar, liar,
Pants on fire—
When will you tire?

What happens when the truth is chased away?
Left alone, day by day,
Slicing through the ache,
Of every mistake
Blood trails like tears from their eyes,
Can’t disguise
The weight of these lies.

Behind closed doors,
Where secrets are stored,
The pain runs deeper,
Cutting through more than skin.
Every lie a scar,
Every denial a wound,
Until the truth is lost,
In the silence of the room.
The real you put into a tomb

Liar, liar,
The fire burns on,
Leaving only echoes of the truth,
In a heart that’s gone cold,
A story untold,
Of lies and the scars you leave behind.

My heart beats like a fierce rain that falls on tin rooftops.
To see your face in pain
Makes me cry in shame
Of what my race can do
To beautiful creatures like you

The way you dance and laugh
The way you fondly regard the present and the past
Makes falling for you seem to last

You see yourself indisposed
But I've already proposed
My heart and soul
For you and you alone to hold

I know they are in good hands
For yours are the softest, most gentle in the land
I love you dearly, so much that my words forever will flow
For now, I hope you'll know
As I express my love for you so