You said you heard it through the grapevine
But that’s where the snake lives
Like Eve, your words were seduced and raped at it’s roots
Tossed and bounced around in its game of Chinese whispers
Those words have been shredded and filtered for you
Tailored into the perfect suit, to dress you in this state of mind
Keep you whipped so that you don’t challenge its authority
And just like Eve you were easily deceived, so in apologizing to the truth
Excuse yourself from your pitiful view in the fog of your reflection
I beg you not be naive into thinking your position is permanent
Those words, like you a temporary fragments of a picture yet to be finished and published to be scorned on glass screens
So keep those words held tights to the tip of your lips
Sip them back into the hole above your chin,
As those words don’t need to be heard as loud as they sound in your head
Vibrating the rims of every thought,
Your words just ain’t shit