Cowards

The sovereigns' adjustment to calumny,

incriminations of one's true identity

Is unreserved

For the gleaming leftovers

Your doings are obselete

To any aspirations of love

Don't pretend its your lane

I'd rather you lost your way

When it's always 've been the same

Just prepare to salvage

all that you've wrecked

Cuz' I know who sold the name

Phonology foretold your actions

Pounded with exciting vibrations

Your escape for apology

Discretion was the recipe

You fold into the love and lies

Of everyone and

Everyone's mind

Don't pretend its your lane

I'd rather you lost your way

When it's always 've been the same

Just prepare to salvage

All that you've wrecked

Cuz' I know who sold the name

Take it to my heart

I did no theft

Took it to the top

That I outlast

I built up for the better

But there's no grasp

For every breath I Took

It did not bless

Don't pretend that its your lane

I'd rather you lost your way

Just prepare to salvage

All that you've wrecked

Everything was alright

Everything was so fine

Everything was so okay

But we couldn't laugh

Take a bow to all your casts

Just save the best for last

Take a bow to all your casts

Just save the rest for lusts.