Wilt
Drawing.
From the truth.
Innocent few cast their chip in.
Praying.
Count accounts.
Believe in something for a price.
Cop-out.
Broken dreams.
Deceiving more, you've raped their heart and soul.
Capitalize, false gimmick for the weak and needy.
Blind angel, the shortest distance from the truth.
Rotted minds, believe your loaded lot of shit.
Forgotten few, sorry victims of divine crimes pay their lives.
You're faceless.
Beyond crimes, you've taken on a new level.
Hatred.
More spite, than any other.
Gutless.
Gutting victims, hollow shells, empty lives.
Lifeless lives.
Autor(es): Brutal Truth
