Fear can rattle the cage that you slammed shut
Dig out of that grave you're focused on
Disgrace and malice enclosed on your self made hut
Different confinements for all your unknowns
Stricken with illness has forced you to hide
Blatantly spreading your harsh lies
Passive aggressive guilt is your ride
Keep riding this horrific wave
You're welcoming your torrid tide
I swear the wind is shrilling your cries
Back off spit out
Stop holding on so tightly
To your damn pride
~Divine