You've taken from me
my one true prize
without a care or dare
without a trace
without a face
as if a Convexian stare
my lover, here forever
my blessing in disguise
You have stabbed me in the back
taken me by surprise
Your conscience has no tack
your brain is full of lies
Then go ahead
you brave, true knight
and take what has been mine
Make it up
and make it right
and disregard all time
To me this means
everything
to you this is benign
If it were me
I'd make amends
I'd kill you, through and through
But its not me
and you can't see
is it the Devil? or is it You?