Trap

When you speak I hear mean, Your words are dripped with kerosene. In the embers, there stands a liar. The lying smoke reminds us of the fire. Cherubs drown before their love, will ever support a thrown above. Your reign's intact and they'll soon see, It's not what they thought it'd be. Don't fret now it won't matter, it's too late; the papers tattered. We all forgot what really happened. We always wanted the trap we're in.