Whispers from Whispers by A Severe Joy

Whispers

How does a madman like you sleep at night?
With a blindfold, and earplugs, swaddled and tight?
Are you dreaming of a world in nothing but white
While your soldiers disappear us in the middle of the night?

You think that we don’t know how bad your whispers get
When you’re so wrong, not even shame holds you in check
Let’s take a picture of the flames fanned by your heart
A simple portrait of the claims that your lot brought
More empty faces entertaining your worst thoughts

Calling all monsters to come get in line.
Passing out more badges to the most malign
Sycophantic, so basic, your idol’s delight.
Propaganda, more propaganda, with no end in sight

You think that we don’t know how bad your whispers get
When you’re so wrong, not even shame holds you in check
Let’s paint a picture of the flames fanned by your heart
A real-life portrait of your crimes laid in the dark
More empty faces entertaining your worst thoughts

Let’s draw a picture of the flames fanned by your heart
A real-life portrait of your crimes laid in the dark
More fucking racists entertaining your worst thoughts

Madmen in transactions, always biding their time
May the karma be all-lasting in the hell that they find

• Pop
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