I feel the deciet from every breath that comes from your body.
Every word only digs you deeper in the grave once you have dug
As i play the part of the fool.
But on this drive togather it is you who are decived.
Your lies no longer grasp my heart.
The bardwire no longer cuts my lips leaving the taste.
of blood in my mouth.
For Like insect in a caccoon my anger has transformed me
This new creature who only gains plessure through pain.
He thrives on anger and his thirst for revenge.
His smile to you is the warning but as you continue
to decive you only enrage him more.
He no longer cares forthe reason why its become a obesession to him.
The nights drive will prove fullfilling for one but not all.