Vicious Stories - BISHI

Blood flowers bloom

Split open wounds

Poison put in my spine

Pick at my stitches

The bitching

Will never ever be mine

Vicious stories follow me

Chase down the street

Burn the sky, the children cry

«We will not be defeated»

Vicious stories chide me

Chase me down the street

I used to care what others thought

But now the press released me

Words shake the system

More broken people

These energies we send

To taunt, to test, to tease, to mimic

A revelation

These words become my friends

Vicious stories follow me

Chase down the street

Burn the sky, the children cry

«We will not be defeated»

Vicious stories chide me

Chase me down the street

I used to care what others thought

But now the press released me