Wake, Sylvia
Little arms they want take you
Drag you to the bottom of
The slide
To death from life
Every time I want to see you
They drag you to your body stops
'Cause we are the sly
We sneak come from you on both sides
We are the blind
The ones who pretend that we don't see you
And we are the lies
The words etched and burnt in your sides
We are the pride
The ones who forsake the urge to be you
We are the sly
We sneak come from you on both sides
We are the blind
The ones who pretend that we don't see you
We are the pride
The words etched and burnt in your sides
We are the lies
Sometimes