Shh
When you’re alone you can hear it
The psychopathic ramblings of a phony conspiracist
When the wind is it’s calmest it’s also at its eeriest
What year is this? Feel like I’m back in the dark periods
Hear ye hear ye, took the jester out the court
Adorned with a scarlet letter, no better than a whore
Spent centuries in a war with my bloodstream, I’ll never win
The storms finally settling…and in the aftermath stands a nephilim
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