The words that come through my mouth flow from the very core of my soul
Afraid of you taking them, I hid them, forbid you to make your way here.
But I should have known, that your curiosity would have grown. (Mine would have too.)
Afraid of you running away, I held them close to my heart, waiting for any sign of depart.
It is hard, no it is torture, being inside of my mind, the plague messed with my thoughts.
And it prevents me from saying the pure words that flow from the very core of my soul, the things that come out is tainted by the plague that is inside my mind.
So please don't believe a word I say...