Poison ink dries on dead trees,
tells us how to think,
who we should be.
Hate for the sake of it,
kill for a taste of it,
but we’re all just the same when we leave.
Poison ink dries on dead trees,
tells us how to think,
who we should be.
Hate for the sake of it,
kill for a taste of it,
but we’re all just the same when we leave.