Trust: The creature lying dead in the space between you and.
Me: The one you now despise--so that's how it's going to be?
You don't see me?
You don't read me?
You don't need me?
No more
You don't fear me?
You don't hear me?
You don't want me?
No more
Trust me, you said...
Pride: The sin you hold above my head while you're wishing me...
Dead: the way I'd feel inside if I believed...
You don't see me?
You don't read me?
You don't need me?
No more
You don't fear me?
You don't hear me?
You don't want me?
No more
Truth: the virtue you distort while filling yourself full of...
Hate...
And anger you exude to those who oppose
You don't see me?
You don't read me?
You don't need me?
No more
You don't fear me?
You don't hear me?
You don't want me?
No more
No more