Masks and a fake skin.
The builders keep breaking
The buzzing.
Attracted to the innocent.
The wolves lead the sheep.
The buzzing.
With a stare to crush their hopes and water.
To drown the flies.
Thier hands fall apart when we need to hold them.
And the skeleton speaks of what we`ve told them.
The buzzing.
They stare with the eyes of wolves, and the hearts of dead.
The builders keep breaking.
