Who
want to believe?
The
skeletons you don't say
You
try to teach the world
Back
home you hide
The
wind of heat
The
temperature rising
Brushing
along the skin
It
tells there is something brewing
The
way of the bad
You
will brag about it
Nothing
can touch
You
sing your own tune
The
barking dogs
Colours
or faiths have no bearing
It
is the meat bones that matter
In
the hungry games each play
Who
want to believe?
What
you say you don't do?
The
skeletons in your closet
A
donation tag says it all
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