I'm playing games With no emotion No pet names and plain devotion The soil's eroding There's no consoling the truth When I didn't elude to the difference There's no trust When I lead with lust So then Uncouth again This deliverance
My heart is cold I sold my soul I lost control When you took hold My two cents And I carefully sense There's no recompense For my selfish nature I'm just so dense
There's no pretense Only defense When I'm on the fence And left you low in suspense
It's preconditioned Leave no suspicion In my position There's something missing So now I've listened I'm reminiscent Of evanescence No convalescence It's my decision
Never again will I pretend like I gave no chase
My only regret is I forget that I'm so defaced
Forever in debt for the smile That I've now replaced
If I ever reset Or resume to beset I'll just leave no trace
The idea behind this was a response to a conversation I had today that practices extreme lycanism. I wanted to rhyme as frequently as possible to give it that roll of emphatic delivery. I'll probably come up with a hook in the future for this one and put a beat down for it.