The Wicked Path -

I haven’t figured it out yet

Can’t tell when hypocrites become a threat

I am in the belief that it is all fine

Isn’t a smile a good sign?

I have been chewed up and spit out

Left a bad taste in your mouth

You have pushed me around

I won’t lick my own wounds

You keep the upper hand

I won’t kneel down

You speak with a forked tongue

Try to entice the young

To follow your wicked path

It just fuels my wrath

I won’t kneel down

I draw the line there

But where do you, where?