trickle trickle let it tickle
let their words be cruel and fickle
they aren’t sure which hole they’re digging
wakey wakey I have rose and shone
all petty empathy has truly gone
soon they’ll know which hole they’re digging
hold your hopes high, your head down low
my hand grenade is about to blow
this sweet revenge bell is harshly ringing
– Maz McN
Maz McN 