All the promises you hold in yourself

An obvious manipulation



I

Shall leave hollow inside

To touch yourself

Not in our hearts

And to stand above

will be a matter of time

Cause naked you come

and naked you shall leave this ground

With a trail of lies

left behind



Then I'll come

The prophet who didn't asked to be



Now see what I've known

The past and the future



For his past is the future

and those days are behind us