Look, pal The truth in a countering hand Has a lip to prove, any old how That should know the better, of a guilty and
Simple news, to the disenfranchised Paces we can deal with, the lover's Of summary not, knots in their life? Lie's we can deal a blow to, once and forever
Look, pal The lies in a contrivances hand Hasn't a lip to prove, any new call... To keep the better, of an innocent and
Complex news, to the dystrophy Peace's deal with, hatred Of sincerity's nothing, notches with a key... Kindred we can't deal blows to, without anger lead
Liberty we assure The coming part and host of commitment To work in concert for a thought purer By the senses we adopt, or adore as the spire of lament?
Prejudice and privilege...? To take the back of your hand, for a fool it was An honest means, to finished same, the tooth of rage In intuition's mar, the consensus of love from dust
Tales from the creep Visited with a portion in vague, the light of precisely Then and heart's of cope, the logic you let, with A hand in the scourge of time, that has become power's season?