Every word that you speak is of droplets of hate and lies,
I suffer in silence, shot from the betrayal I've faced.
This happened not once, but twice, or thrice,
I'll never listen to you again, be it stories, or advice.

I'm sick and weary of hearing your bullshit lullabies.
Corrupted with invention and treachery of emotion,
The taste of the legendary Lotus, this twisted illusion,
This poison distilled, these dark tears from sore eyes.

It's stench, sugarcoated with hope, and false promises said.
The vapor fermented from the cultures of filth,
Raindrops of impulsive recklessness, soaked in guilt,
Isn't this the product of Humanity's hatred?

Perhaps, all this isn't enough to describe,
This grudge I've felt on the inside.
Maybe I should add a few verses, and a cold one, too.
So prepare yourself, and set aside the sunshine -
I might be talking about you.