bạn flourish in your disciples bringing
bạn pleasure in so many masturbated ways

Until you’ve simply no use for them any more
And then they will remain and suffer in your
Concentrated haze

Devotion bạn seek from them is the starvation
And abolishment of their little souls

But bạn escape all responsibility in that
Because of course bạn were the one (yeah of course)
Who was hurt more

All the ones who dared to vượt qua, cross paths
Seen your rabid dog bait
And it’s funny how it’s always the same
Old familiar story

bạn no longer hold that power
You’re letting in a man gone sour
It’s too bad bạn ever let me in

Everyone around bạn their sick, their
On medication
hoặc they will finally lose their minds

They will always defend bạn and justify
Insanity like I did
Because bạn make them blind

Tell me were bạn honing in on me hoặc
My protection
Because bạn considered I’d make a really
Good disciple

bạn no longer hold that power
You’re renting, how was I for the hour
It’s too bad you’re not who bạn were back then
Tell me were bạn honing in on me or
My protection
Because bạn considered I’d make a really
Good disciple

bạn no longer hold that power
Took me awhile but I have your number
It’s too bad I gave bạn myself then
bạn told them that you’re thinking about
Letting me back in
That I really want you, but you’re not sure yet
Are bạn insane?
I think you’d better get help