Rumors They fly Sometimes it seems they fly Faster then any aircraft Found in conspiracy or in the accepted reality Just the sight of a man entertaining a baby Makes him a good father Seeing a woman with a child giggling to no end Makes her a good mother When all they were trying to do is take care of a young one
Rumors Be they good or be they cruel Write the history of the small minds that let them be truth Slowly they could become a weapon from Brahma or an ancient legend
Rumors They do not need a body For they possess the foolish minds that believe Only those that find its mistakes Cause by the afflicted who tricked its tale See the true lights of what is said
Rumors Let them inside And they will possess you Altering the truth to fit their existance