The Fantasy Of Text
Tuesday, 3 April 2018
Fork Tongues
Those fork tongues they stick in you
Will not stop the truth.
Poison can be drawn out
And you’ll live another day.
All those that once doubted you
Will rue the truth one day.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment