Sincerity is the weapon of the weak
It's the cover of the victim
It's the sheet of he who can't save himself
Oh poor him
So unloved when it's so good to be unloved
So sad cause it's so easy to be sad
Always at the bottom since it can't get downer
Someone who needs saving from the hero
So fragile to yield a weapon
A diplomat with nothing but his speech
Yield his tongue against everyone
So poor, the diplomat
Balancing everyone's wishes as if he was a hero
Sacrificing his own
As if he didn't intend it all along
As if he didn't hide behind his powerlessness
A coward who kneels
A victim with only his lips and tongue
Worm-tongue
A bulldozer tongue
A coward
Will find no home