The no good
I have to be swept
No place in the tribe
By four hands I'm kept
And one easy swipe
The scrubber will pass
No one will notice
Just some tears on grass
From eyes tired and squeezed
Forever alone
No trustworthy friends
The gilfriend has gone
And you're like old plants
You wither in grey
You're lying in dirt
While trying to prey
But everything's void
But I know what you've
Become my old friend
Don't try, all you knew
Will rot in the end
So freedom's not flesh
And power it has
It's your own time, crash
Don't care what comes next
Because I'm your own
Defender within
And you're not a stone,
But a sponge to put in
