Lamia - The Silk Demise

They’re on the papers

They come back to haunt me

A little liar

That sold their story

Contemplates

Eye for an eye

So wrong

Caught the liar in a blink of an eye

They come here alone

Like coloured insects

Lacking tolerance

Collecting honey

Then marching on and on

Stomach so tight

Waken eyes

On the blurry side

With waken eyes

Waken eyes