Symptoms manifested, you must be tested. Opportunism from a

Beast of minimal hate. But I was a devil without a cause and a

Killer among thieves. To perpetrate betrayal in progress...Try

To put your money where your mouth is.

Sensitivity replaced....By the mouthwatering taste of

Superficial expectations sporadically placed in every single

Syllable.

In the presence of a genius, I'm shell-schocked!Designed for

Spectators only. Proceed with unholy mire...Stupid and fucking

Pointless desire!

Opportunism? Fuck, you must be wasted. We're not supposed to

Be the beasts of maximum death and hate! Circles of friends

Lie over the fuckin' rainbow. But it makes so much sense to be

Dead, and so tasteful sinners blend repent and forgiveness.

Forlorn is the face of deceit that can't prosper in human

Form...Because I don't believe in shit! After all, 'tis the

Season for treason.