I'd see them laugh, I cry.
They'd see me happy, they'd despise.
Suffocate the truth with your lies.
Deafen with your murmurs my cries.
You'd say we're all equal,
You'd say we're all fair,
Yet I can see the horns in your halo.
With one is privilege,
To the other is plummeting demotions,
I seem to end up lying down in the ground.
Try and say your **** one more time,
**I'd not be dumbfounded with your flowering words.
It seems I am no better than a filthy rug to step on