I hear them whisper words un-sweet
about all the people they come to meet

Baffled by the poisons they spread
Do they not have a kind bone in their head?  

For it is too late, the poison has sunk in
And I feel my world start to spin

Spurious notions lingering in the air
Am I the only one who hurts to care?

Choosing not to scream or fight
I bite my tongue, I'll be alright