Who are they to speak of deliverance
When they live the life of a hypocrite

Poor man, rich man, what's the difference
They come from the same pool of relentless waters

Maters their on destiny, they just pretend
Life is getting what they need, what they crave

Dragging down whoever in a mist of their inflicted shame
Lining their lies to get what they came for

Sensation of the getting over you for them
A overwhelming feeling of ******* over someone

They always seen to never run out of hurt
So the cycle is never ending to get what they want