Proof of the pudding,
In the roots of the living...
He runs
He has stolen grain from the village...
Never ending circles of lies, deceit
taking our hard earned money...
If it is good or bad
depends on...
In the morning we don our masks
during the day they can...
There are teardrops leaving stains in your pillow.
As you fight to keep alive something you never...
Sometimes I close my eyes.
not because I want to...
People see,
People hear...
Desire had been an illness.
For it warped the minds so anchored in make-shift...
And so I ran out into the battlefield
Armed with pretence...
Sit
hot sun...
A chance to give, the chance to take, your...
Some say this way, yet others say that, a complex...