Salt - Crim3s

Whats planted grows

Its rumours stain

Perfumed on, the sunburnt skin

Spread hate and smeared tears, inked on suntanned skin

Slit tongues of the mocking bird, you will never speak the same

Never speak the same

Eat less much less, insults will not be fed

Eat more much more, your palms will not be read

A hunger that, sucks at the mind

The drawl as, thick as within

Talk fake and tell to sell

A grin without a, chin

Pierced ears of the scavenger, you will never hear the same

Never hear the same

Eat less much less, insults will not be fed

Eat more much more, your palms will not be read