Salt

What's planted grows
Its rumours stain
Perfumed on the sunburnt skin

Spread hate and smeared tears, inked on suntanned skin
Slit tongues of the mocking bird, you will never speak the same
Never speak the same

Eat less much less, insults will not be fed
Eat more much more, your palms will not be read

A hunger that sucks at the mind
The drawl as thick as within

Talk fake and tell to sell
A grin without a chin
Pierced ears of the scavenger, you will never hear the same
Never hear the same

Eat less much less, insults will not be fed
Eat more much more, your palms will not be read