My filthy soul

Am I a wandering dervish or a subtle rumi?

You know the answer?

No, you can't

It is me, with my soul, wandering

With the subtle thuds of sufi air

It is me lying to you people about love

I am a lier and you are morons

We make up a great couple

Just sit here and gulp down this truth

I am not a dervish, neither Rumi

I am a as cruel as my rumbling heart

Dirt filled blood with a filthy stink

I am a lier and you are morons

We both gonna drown in our own blood

We gonna die a reckless death