Night One
These wet dew drops keep appearing on my cheek.
I ask my eyes not to weep, yet again they keep.
Night Two
I fear the dark ember burning rage inside of me
It tells tales of mass deception not silenced in plea.
Night Three
I have an answer sushed by ignorance and glee
If not heard how will I protect what\'s close to me?
Night Four
If tongues could be cut I would slay them in three
Not for us, have them swallow whole the poisoned peice
Night Five
You claim a pure heart whilst you shackle the innocent
Ready to kill him over a rumour worth not a single cent