Salt

(What's planted grows, it's rumors stain)

(Perfumed on, the sunburnt skin)

Spread hate and smeared tears

Inked on suntanned skin

Slit tongues of the mocking bird

You will never speak the same, never speak the same

Eat less, much less

Insults will not be fed

Eat more, much more

Your palms will not be read

(A hunger that sucks at the mind)

(The drawl as thick as within)

Talk fake and tell to sell

A grin without a chin

Pierced ears of the scavenger

You will never hear the same, never hear the same

Eat less, much less

Insults will not be fed

Eat more, much more

Your palms will not be read