I wasn't the one to complain,
nitpicking your cruel ways;

Someone had to speak but,
keep your filthy mouth shut,
you felt like a snake,
to bite everyone in her wake;

They caught the steam of your vibe,
not favourable to jump on the ride;

So we decided to lie,
keep you in dark,
exterminating your drive,
thinking not too hard,
how you would feel,
half of it's already not real,
you wouldn't even see us gone,
from your hold or filthy clan;

Yet,...