The
art of manipulation has began
The
artful ways of explaining issues
The
way of the sinful acts bloom
Under
the umbrella of a rotten head
The
perfume spreads all around
With
fans fanning the smell away
Believing
there is the good times
Ahead
for the eyes to see
It
is only the spectre of a head
Popping
along the wide road of complaints
There
lies the spreadsheet of lies
Dancing
to the tune of sinful acts
The
freedom takes a backseat
Suppressed
it to cater for a rotten head
The
way the lies wheel along the mind
Believing
people are fools to fall for it
It
is best the rotten head is cut
Let
it stay bury underground
Let
the bad smell be wiped away
By
the constant falling rain
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