Walk with grief, tame the hatred
Soul of mannequin
told me to burst
my anger, and hurtful feeling

But I won't

Say it
Glow it on the boastful talks
Show it on a hypocrite judgment

The society is sick
and I won't contribute a disease
Let it be my grief,
but a cure to the world

a revelation, a magma of delusion
they will flood you with menace
but keep stand and still

Say it
"I demand you love"
"I blame you not, and I don't blame myself either"