I am not a
We’ve grown up tricked and wicked
To believe in love and flowers
Nicety, politeness
But I know
I know that such things do not exist
Inside everyone of us is a seed
And that seed would have itself grow
And grow
And shatter!
This facade of politeness that we see.
Look at all these people! With their casting shadows and smiles that lie!
I know what’s underneath
I know what lies they tell!
For I’ve seen the man inside
His wicked tortured
Wants to be sent to all the worst!
And may he rise through hell alone
His wicked evil cries
There’s something raw to this we hide
Are we not afraid
Of the beast that lives inside?

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