Vile Songtext
von Fruit

Smile, smile, terrified child
The world′s not a monster
The night heals the day
There are forty thieves to steal you to sleep
But I look at him and whisper cruelly

I don't believe you
I don′t believe you
Your hands hold no honey or lemon or love
You taught me to speak and disbelieve

Foul, vile, petulant child
The world is your oyster
Your journey is wild
I won't have your innocence sucked out so young
I look at him, see where it all began


I don't believe you
I don′t believe you
Your hand holds no honey or lemon or love
You taught me to speak and disbelieve

Smile, smile, terrified child
The world′s not a monster
The night heals the day
There are forty thieves to steal you to sleep
Bile, bile of a terrible child
I've grown into a monster
A fat monster, vile
The thieves of my hope plead clemency
But I look on them and whisper cruelly

I don′t believe you
I don't believe you
Your hands hold no honey or lemon or love
You taught me to speak and disbelieve

Smile, smile, terrified child
The world′s not a monster
The night heals the day
There are forty thieves to steal you to sleep