作曲 : Ellie Rose Davies/Holly Mullineaux/Rosy Jones
You see the brow quiver and frown,
and all the guilt dripping over his mouth.
Flick of the eye showing the whites,
showing the nervous vessels inside.
Hide.
I’m sure it stinks under his skin,
where pores secrete all the hate from within.
We open up the muscle work,
coated in all this thick sludge and dirt.
Hurt.
Starting to rain, a storm is shaped.
It's chucking down in attempts to wage shame.
Holes in your speech gives a gap to breathe,
you muster up how to lie through your teeth.
Thief.
The dirty work is covered up,
and it is worse when the paint washes off.
Their bellies bloat, insides are broke,
cannot contain all the lies they will choke.
Choke.
Where do we go from here?