Can you hear her mournfull lies.
or can you see the tears she wips.
the pitter patter of the little soft feet.
the wovles out side as they dance to the tune.
of the hoples moans of there pray that lies.
helpless stangled with there lies.
the lies that told it to come and play.
play with them on this lighter day.
the day on witch it was to die.
never to live because of there lies.
to become part of the grass.
for others to eat.
and now you see what lies for you.
a hole in the grown with all the lies told to you
