Convicted You had zero remorse Hijacked before me You stole What was rightfully mine A calculated move I woke from A stupor My derailing train jumped Thee tracks It just had to be Me a splitting Image of you Your dark Gospel cast a spell I needed a recourse Swinging for The fences never Added up Duplicated you and I What a shame A white picket storyline Wrapped up neatly in a bow Where is my happy ending Fact or fiction Secondhand smoke I should be Six feet under As the Red moon burns Disintegrates whatever’s left I haven’t a clue Only adds too The pure distain I’ve felt That’s plagued me Has slowly ate away at my soul The lore of wrong That has glued itself to me My immoral compass I lost my direction Before I ever knew which way to go A mythical creature I became Some lie made up of everyone’s else’s Body of work Wipe the slate clean And tell my a real story for once The absolute truth And keep your tireless fables for yourself