The taste of your truths is like a snake's caress, a sweet poison I understand
Your smile is a masked disguise laced with fire I know
A guilty pleasure wrapped in endless moments of shame
You have learned to mask the cruelty of your words to cast your spells
But I know you now, I see the games with its twisted rules
In greed, you burn with fire, you think you have won
At every wound you cause, I burn with cold, I draw the line. I gain