Broken Promise

They kill the toughtless,
and burn their skin off,
and wash their heads down,
while they watch their eyes turn.

No more fear,
inside you,
no more lies,
no more stuff to cry about.

You are on the list,
of next thing to survive,
you'll birth again
concerned about the past.

The sun will shine your head,
as you look to the horizont,
and you'll regret
the tears you didn't droped that night.

It terrorizes you,
I know,
the idea of being naked infront of the man,
it's like a giant mirror in his eyes.

Face the truth,
look at you,
you are naked but blur,
I can't read you anymore.