Don’t speak, lest your words perforate
The ego of the asshole state
Don’t perforate lets your words design
To ruin the tower that is mine
Don’t speak let a lie be true
But I know all about you
And the forest you wield with a smile
The darkness you do for a while
And when I do the same to you
You take me down as the others do
So don’t be the little dream
Being grown into a queen
Your just the same as all the rest
And if you put me to the test
Then I will topple what you hold
And you hold as though it were gold
Don’t make me or I will
Don’t make me, you don’t have the skill.