What Makes You Cruel?

Can you cut into the gristle and the blood The word The hurt The dirt A slice of tongue turning on serrated spit Life drains on When you talk Hundreds of ears combust and die A lie I try Defy A word is just naked noise All dressed in thorns Tears me down Brains that boil Over the corpses of the few The good Unsure Of truth What makes you cruel little man What makes you cruel little man What makes you cruel little man I know you're lost little man