Bewildered unbridled you're granted one touch
Of course it's not all what it seems
I look down at the hand of sin or what you may call it
At these hands that will never burn clean
Ms. understood now you take a look
Because things aren't as clear now are they?
Mr. everything's good you
Practice this skill like every single day
I'm OK, I practice this skill everyday
And I'm OK in an everything's fucked kind of way

Ready, aim, liar

The pen is mightier than the sword, so these words are better to kill you with
These words cannot be stopped, for if they were
I wanted a decent funeral, six feet under in my ebony box
Take the silver lining and wrap it around your neck
Words are expressive so when I say "bang" you're dead and when I say please
You'll love me, and when I say stop it means that I've taken enough

I'll destroy your pathological lying
As long as you explain this to me
I'm sure I won't mind dying on my own

Words expressive say bang, words expressive say stop
Words expressive I love you
...I loathe you
...I fucked you

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