There are hidden truths
That are hiding in the seams
Through lies, the shores of society rise and all that it denies
Which is true, which is a lie
Having your eyes when you look for affection
They have something in the back but your eyes don't believe them
You teach a child to look for a handsome man from a soap opera
and end up with a man who loves himself more than he respects you
You are poison that flows through the body
And I am a desert without your hands
You are a rifle cartridge that my hands can rest on
I need you to live
Your ephemeral song for me
Sweet poison
There are hidden truths that hide in the hair
Like how blonde hair can change your DNA
Everything is easy, everybody wants you
But your night will be a truth or a lie
Having glasses all the time are creating blindness
Everywhere you look there are videos of twerking butts
The things that motivate, lift you up, and guide you
You are poison that flows through the body
And I am a desert without your hands
You are a rifle cartridge that my hands can rest on
I need you to live
Your ephemeral song for me
Sweet poison
You are poison that flows through the body
And I am a desert without your hands
You are a rifle cartridge that my hands can rest on
I need you to live
Your ephemeral song for me
Sweet poison