Signed Vic The Arsonist
Words to deceive are bred in darkness
They are the Devil's work
An illusion of a hierarchy
With hidden symbols wrapped in murk
But I see through your shadows
And I walk through the dark
I can adapt to my surroundings
Without lighting a spark
I'd rather be enlightened by truth
Than be labeled a liar
Though some gather in voids
I breathe through the fire
You brag about living at night
And yet you can't see
Without the Sun lighting your way
There'd be no tools for the night
So you can play in the street
If you truly worship darkness
Look at the back of your eye lids
Dark enough
Stay asleep
And if you don't like truth through light
Then read this at your own risk
I'll never hide my meanings in shadows
Signed Vic The Arsonist
They are the Devil's work
An illusion of a hierarchy
With hidden symbols wrapped in murk
But I see through your shadows
And I walk through the dark
I can adapt to my surroundings
Without lighting a spark
I'd rather be enlightened by truth
Than be labeled a liar
Though some gather in voids
I breathe through the fire
You brag about living at night
And yet you can't see
Without the Sun lighting your way
There'd be no tools for the night
So you can play in the street
If you truly worship darkness
Look at the back of your eye lids
Dark enough
Stay asleep
And if you don't like truth through light
Then read this at your own risk
I'll never hide my meanings in shadows
Signed Vic The Arsonist
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