Altoids, Bronners, Composition, and Deceptive Evil Lay still and mechanically move closer toward your hands your glasses are befitting to your face your eyes befitting to both you look befitting to me. looks are nothing but deceptive evil womans words are befitting of that. captivated by deception, sweetly selling certain death, dosed into a daze when decieved. your eyes catch mine in two moments of deception captivating enough to wish that i were blind your hands and eyes and being before me befit the deceptions believed oh so sweetly did i believe.