To Your Face

Please tell me who you are Because I don't want to run You prey on all the weak. You're festive with their nerves. I shouldn't really care. An idea left untouched as of yet. No latches to hold onto. Hypothesis of life. But you won't hear what I would say right to your face If I got up the nerve to do so. So hard to forgive All that has been done and said The captain he has led Us to this dead end. It's got a hold of Something inside us all And it hangs on For dear life. Please tell me who you are I shouldn't have to run anymore Please, Let it go now.