In the core of my entwined heart,
I pile up the betrayals that last,
A lifetime, it counts, falls apart;
And rebounds.
Yet they say it is not mere action,
But the good thought that counts;
It hurts, it's dreadful;
They are the masterminds,
I-The fool;
They play with my mind and soul,
Use me as a fucking tool;
I know what they want,
I have indications, they want to pounce;
Yet for no God damn reason,
I sweat it all out for them,
Inch by inch, ounce by ounce;
I pretend to watch their every step,
Try to be cautious,
Try to be awake;
But they drive out my passion,
The lust for winning,
I'm left deserted with nothing to take;
They are jealous, they are merciless,
Yet you are on no man's land;
Only one option,
One choice to make;
The beautiful world out there,
It's all shattered dreams;
It thrives on blood,
It shelters the losers,
The death is reality, the smile all fake;
But one way I win and they lose,
They make mistakes, I have to choose;
Though the plan gets perfectly executed,
Though the intentions are thoroughly ill-reputed,
Yet the flaws run through it,
They let me alive;
Though alone, yet I survive;
And I wait long and on,
To regain my lost empire;
If the things are put to right manner,
I'll kick their ass,
Set their hearts on fire
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