RATTLING CAGES

It's the little foxes that spoil the vines
Don't you find?
The little lies we sprinkle
That makes life less than simple
And brick by brick
They take apart
The wall we built to protect our heart from hate

The worst sins start out so minuscule
Manipulation is the tool of the thief
Not the lover
Lies smother truth
Resentment raised the roof
Love disappeared
Like poof

What a tangled web Mr weaver
When you practiced to deceive her
You deceived you instead
Lay in that hard bed
And pontificate
All the drama that you simulate 

Rattling cages...

-Moshia'