Unscrambled (S.M.D) You landed hard on your back Caught in your own miserable trap You thought your scrambled words would fool Instead they revealed your inner ghoul You lower your veil and cover your face You change your tune to hide disgrace If you can scream and label evil Then you distract from your upheaval A wise old saying tends to linger It speaks of pointing out one finger Look at your hand and you will see The direction of the other three
