He'll make a fool
out of you,
just another tool.
You change your hair,
forget he's the only one
to hold your stare.

Alone on a chair,
chaotic bed.
He'll fill your head
with pretty nothings
until you are fed.
Crash to the ground,
you're the only one
to hear it's deathly sound.

A charming pacifist,
you'll meet him on a list.
He'll steal your name,
play pretend it doesn't
make him just the same.

All the castles he's built around heads,
they'll come crashing down.
I would never frown.
Pick one or two up,
leave that dead town
finally.