You know what?

I heard something, not long ago.

And now it echoes.

It bothers me.

It makes me sick.

It proves your filth. I know your secrets. 

You aren't a model for a demon.

Mend your wounds.

Your lies are bleeding.

Convince someone else of your shoveled in confidence.

Buried away, but i know.

And if i had my way, a thousand eyes would witness.

You point your finger at me with one foot in your grave.

Liar.