Waiting you turn your back to the dagger
Your face deceives
Your head is filled with the illusion of be supreme
Each spoken word is a trap, drowned in a sea of lies
Glories waiting for all rot, you carry the worst sin
The seed of destruction has been planted
Conjuring lies beneath the ceiling of lust
Only ashes will be thrown into the wind
Dominated
Let them erase your essence
Make yourself a slave of desires
I want to feel the last breath of the narcissist
I make scars in you from inside to outside
Tied up, so deep
Your existence becomes a waste
The seed of destruction has been planted
Conjuring lies beneath the ceiling of lust
Only ashes will be thrown into the wind
Die!
