I hate myself when I submit
To mind games when it's me who invented it
Your confession is my gift
In my world you don't exist

I can't laugh
I can't cry
I'm just a statue with a disgusted mind
Stricken sick to recognise
Your methods 'coz they used to be mine

I’ll see your kind
Demystified
Expose your core
Rotting and sore

Ruin Your Power Trip
Try to make sense of it
Operation Hypocrite
The Facts don't fit

Run your finger down your list
You knew it was wrong but you couldn't resist
Always thinking with your slit
You should have known I could see through your shit

No conscience, no shame
You play dumb but the truth is plain
Thirteen tattooed on your brain
It drifts in; the disease with no name


--by Gibertoni--