"COVERT."

Your secrets are the ones that's been keeping me alive
with the shadows of my yesterday and your physiognomy today
and i was too naive
to handle such secrets in an erratic way

Covering all the truths with silhouettes
and pruning all the lies with frigid chains.
conceal every countenance of it inside the chambers of my heart,
and start hurling each stigmas like a dart

but secrets are like smoke that we can't held and yield for a long time,
it'll find its way out of the veins of our palms
and just how music loses it's rhyme
through the most outrageous and perilious realms

but to every babbling and cooing you make.
i know that it's about hyacinths and roses
instead of cigarettes and ashes
with all your burnt-out petals that crashes

you keep on burning me out
by not telling me the truth
and trying to aid me by synthetic and sugar-coated sentences.
it heals a bit but still poignant

I thought that we could unravel each and every patches we had
but i was the only who still manages to rid of the shed.
i thought also that we are accomplice in this story
but you remain to be in the upper hand and grab all the glory

You're the mint to every cigarette
and the water to my asphyxiation.
i'm still a secret that you let and couldn't get
and you're still my effin lie that makes my  body cry and my eyes to dry.

–Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.