It would seem that you’re no good at deceit
It would appear that you lie and you cheat
Want to shriek to the beings in the corner
Want to howl because it feels like tortureSpare me your weak apologies
I don’t care for the way they make me bleed
Can’t find a reason and you won’t explain
You’ll be sorry if It happens againLet’s make a deal or I’ll hurt you, you know.
George
