Текст: Meryn Cadell. Angel Food For Thought. Confide.

If you won't confide
what eats you up inside,
you will die.
This is a secret that's not yours to hold.
Spit it out, watch it corrode the ground,
the sidewalk a long molten stream.
Sulphurous stenching and choking our eyes ?
Watch it slip into the sky.
Don't cut up your arms
and then cover with reasons you've used for too long
Scream it out; it will burn as it flies ?
Watch it slip into the sky