The depths of my soul are sublime
Not many exist who can climb
They act like shadows commit the crimes
Of those tarnished by mankind.
Their opinions, they change on a dime
Blinded by their own eyes
Each one of them, a mime
Covered in their makeup slime.
In every rally, they chime
Secretly covered in their own grime
Still I defend, still I'm
In the dark of me, frozen in time.