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