when poison is preached from rooftops, let them spit venom
so we learn the taste and recognise the smell
let them spit venom.
or they'll burrow deeper underground - silence is a threatening sound
the rose tint won't share the same hue to those who've seen it fade
how can we learn to see the light if we're always kept in the dark?
words have consequences but decisions are only ours
let them spit
smoke beneath will rise up
we're doomed to a centralia-like fate smouldering below us if we refuse their voices
allow them to bark on and the bite won't be as strong
keep them in our sights and let them spit venom