White Flowers

Pay me, pay me for
The mistake you made
Be the creep, be the liar
Be the white sheep
Now laugh
Now leave
Your smell of
Envy is strong

I'm never glad to be true
I will blame you
I denied your lie
Take your time, over and die

I don't care about
Your strange lives
Nothing to say
About your dead God
We smother
Your father
They don't know
What to do

I'm never glad to be true
I will hate you
Never pretend to cry
No one believe your lie

I'm never glad to be true
I will kill you
Never say what you know
You are not in our flow