No one knows what they've lost
Yet they still try to believe in trust
That word is strong beyond the minds of ppl
That word carries pain from the rich to the cripple
And I can't fathom out why ppl continuously use it
It's like they're trying harder and harder to get bit
The more I look at it, the more inevitable it becomes
Trust is wicked in all it's forms
And they say, trust no one, but the person you tell is the person you trust
And everyone knows it, so everyone is trusted by someone
So how can we say it any longer
It's dead and the more we say it, the more we become sadder
That's trust for me
It's just wickedness hidden in everyone's cup
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