Mal Ad Just

Reassess the way you choose the people you deem likely to do harm
"Good" is a layer of paint too thin that you helped apply

Shown face: known benefactor in display
I found a joy in me, damned from the awareness that I want to fight
One million silences converge into ten thousand gashes
God gave the wound, you make the salve with your own two bleeding hands

We're hopelessly infatuated with dim projections in fog
(Our) mind has confusedly built them, on the jaws of a gaping maw
It's our own

A loving wife and children don't make a righteous man
He feeds on secrets you made the mistake to share
When I saw moth remains caught between his flashing teeth
Well, I fucked myself off to a dead-end street



Credits
Writer(s): Kostas Grammadas
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