Deception - Confessor

What a useless waste of time

Trying to perceive you

The ignorance of your wants

Claws the anguished dying soul

The pinnacle was surpassed

But you perceive another’s grasp

Dedicated to nothing

And disregarding the merit one

Unleash your deadly message

To the imbecile of your dreams

And kill off a confiding swash

That dies slowly from your means

So defraud all you want

'Cause I abhor you like the world

And my soul companion