Lletres: 4ft Fingers. A Cause For Concern. Hollow Words.

Every time you open your moth
Nothing but lies come tumbling out
And when you speak you treat
Everyone like they're a fool
But the lie's already landed
And they're taking over

Your words they were empty
Like unwritten stories
To be told in their rightful glory
But you talk shit more than you eat it

They're taking over
You speak all the time, but it's only lies
They're taking over