They Don't Know Us
Not quite empty, far from full
Little sympathy for comfortable fools
Clouded eyes, lies spill by the mouthful
Bloody teeth, lacking the correct tools
They don't know us
Simple specter, gliding through life
Answers to no one, sharp as a knife
Bitter soul inside, ignored all strife
Survived out of spite, always refused to hide
Writer/s: Koroshiya
