All of the Malice imploded towards silence
It's my time to rest so just kill all the nonsense
I already know you and you'll never know me
Be just who you are and the others will agreeWith you because you make sense
Full of clones that just copy each other
And as I get older the voices get louder
They tend to get in the wayMalice, arresting some thoughts that I have
Cuz' they're wrong I confess
Malice, the source of your spite
Is inside and won't let you restAnd what does it all mean when the hurdle is the scene
It's easy for them to throw stones at your dreams
Concerned about nothing
These thoughts are amounting to nothing of value
The truth maybe shockingAnd when the sun does burn out
We will all die because man has no brother
Are we all worth saving? Who out there will bother?
It tends to get in the wayMalice, arresting some thoughts that I have
Cuz' they're wrong I confess
Malice, the source of your spite
Is inside and won't let you rest