Behind closed doors, twisted endeavours Are tangled to stain my name Rumours soaring through the air A clammy whisper pours into my ear
A fiction tailor-made Exclusively for me No given chance for truth Nonsense came to sway
A tongue so sly! Infectious bite!
They've been living in the woods Praying to a wheel The voices negatively tuned Collecting stones to kill
Where lions become kind Jackals grow sly It's their false bravado That catches my eye
A fiction tailor-made Exclusively for me No given chance for truth Nonsense came to sway
They rush with muzzles off To enter heaven through the backdoor After breaking a nose of every beautiful thing Their grace is the second to none
They entertain a thought irrelevant! In triumphant tone they scream their slander A tongue so sly Infectious bite!
I never said it That's where you landed And turned their bullshit Into the epic What you don't know of Pass over in silence
Why do I need their envy for free? They give me their own stones that were meant to kill me The stones are then turned into send The truth will be told firsthand
Let the whispers fade Let the truth prevail! Make the hate subside Through the test of time
