Your a faker, lying underneath your skin. Your disguise painfully shedding your every layer.
Coming up to me with that fake disguise, God knows you need a prayer.
Faking it. You liar, your more than just a wuss, the black demon inside you mocks everything you do.
You know it and I do to.
Your clock is ticking away, your running out of time.
The sweet bell of Death has just rang it's chime.
Step up to me, but you can't step up to yourself. You could never do it, even if it was a dare.
But you'll be the one stuck in despair.
Trust me, you won't want to be the next one's neck I have to snap.
Because you'll be the next one I slap.
Back-up the ones who lie for you, even when they're wrong.
You'll never be as strong.
Step up to me, but you make me laugh with ease. At everything you do.
Watch out BIOTCH cuz the next victim is you. wink
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Sat Sep 08, 2007 @ 03:48am · 1 Comments |
