"A Tongue So Sly" lyrics

"A Tongue So Sly"

Behind closed doors, twisted endeavours
Are tangled to stain my name
Rumours soaring through the air
A clammy whisper pours into my ear

A fiction tailor-made
Exclusively for me
No given chance for truth
Nonsense came to sway

A tongue so sly!
Infectious bite!

They've been living in the woods
Praying to a wheel
The voices negatively tuned
Collecting stones to kill

Where lions become kind
Jackals grow sly
It's their false bravado
That catches my eye

A fiction tailor-made
Exclusively for me
No given chance for truth
Nonsense came to sway

They rush with muzzles off
To enter heaven through the backdoor
After breaking a nose of every beautiful thing
Their grace is the second to none

They entertain a thought irrelevant!
In triumphant tone they scream their slander
A tongue so sly
Infectious bite!

I never said it
That's where you landed
And turned their bullshit
Into the epic
What you don't know of
Pass over in silence

Why do I need their envy for free?
They give me their own stones that were meant to kill me
The stones are then turned into send
The truth will be told firsthand

Let the whispers fade
Let the truth prevail!
Make the hate subside
Through the test of time


Writer(s): Roman Ibramkhalilov, Tatiana Shmailyuk, Eugene Abdiukhanov, Vlad Ulasevycvh
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