You got a chance to spat out the truth
Your sweet coated lies paralyzing fools
Your synchronized wrath tearing spaces in two
Bitter sweet tragedy couldn't last through
Don't you say you didn't knew
Now your credits got no pool
Your lies piggy bank dried up for the monsoon
Didn't the lady forecast well informed you
There'll be storm in the afternoon
Well I guess this is where you'll wait for the cue
For you'll see...
Karma's my ***** too!

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