You’ve kept a clear composer but your façade is crumbling down.
No secrets left. I’ve told you all the lies they’ve spread around.
Headstrong with your convictions but influence tears you apart.
This masterpiece of pleasure is strummed by the pulse of broken hearts.
A melody of tear drops will be the one and only song,
That escapes into your eardrums as they all string you along.
A believer of the present, you don’t dare think of the past.
Still you’re trapped in this resentment of what you know can never last.
So encase yourself in courage found in the depths of your disguise.
And I’ll feed off learned knowledge until it leads to your demise.
