Wilt - Brutal Truth

Drawing

From the truth

Innocent few cast their chips in

Praying

Count accounts

Believe in something for a price

Cop-out

Broken dreams

Deceiving more — you’ve raped their heart and soul

Capitalize — false gimmick for the weak and needy

Blind angel — the shortest distance from the truth

Rotted minds — believe your loaded lot of shit

Forgotten few — sorry victims of divine crimes pay their lives

You’re faceless

Beyond crimes — you’ve taken on a new level

Hatred

More spite… than any other

Gutless

Gutting victims, hollow shells, empty lives

Lifeless lives