Reel me into your web of lies
On cold plate serve me an apology strung of words of fakery
All the while forcing me to drink your hateful spiel like absinthe

Lets do our same old dance
You set alight my volatile temper causing it to detonate
I prance on your ego and scream you're nothing

With our words we keep weaving this blanket of fury we live under
And the fumes inside are suffocating both of us
You my tormentor and I your victim, unwilling.

If this animosity is a ship we are on
It is sinking and we are going down with it
Either way
Your move