A blanketed disguise covers my emotions My forged tears—Forged in fetters! I thought things would get better... If I hand fed them my trust—It’s my mistake! As that bite hits clean Wild Dogs in the distance Closing in on these rabid emotions A shepherd tooth buried in my side This isn’t my misery… But the fight finally breaking free Would they be willing to… Drink my shattered trust, Drink my fractured hurt Drink my wounded pride… Forged by their fetters? Looking outward from this prison The vertical lines only my eyes see Those eyes keep searching For the blue truth, The crowd refuses to believe About me! Let the wild dogs run towards me Their judgment begins again This time— My fist meets their teeth! Who’s learning the lessons?! Those tears of mine Forged by their sentence Now I’m locked in that prison My forged tears! Forged — in fetters! I thought things would get better… If I hand fed them my secrets—it’s my mistake! As that bite hits clean That judgment— That shepherd’s tooth buried in my side Choosing what to believe about me The blue truth… Are their closed eyes… Mmm…
