Charismatic man in a velvet chair,
Drinking wine from people's heads,
A divine dine on smooth manipulation,
Raised his gun to your hearts and he's killed you all.

Birthed into abuse and grown into faith,
Singing songs of his own wraith,
Walked to the edge and threw the ring,
Deception into nightmares.

Eyes of charcoal grey,
You won't find anyone else like him,
Running his hands through a black dove's feathers,
He has no sympathy for your tears.

Take his eyes off of his face,
Blind to the world and it's beauty,
Covered in fake roses until he is laid in his deathbed,
He's not trying to lie to you, just convince you of stranger things.