Whisper lies in his venomous prose, a marionette with strings, only he knows
Sentenced to laughter like a puppeteer's grant, cloaked in darkness, what has he begun
Maybe he should go to a master manipulator, a scholar of deceit, a cold imitator
His shadow facade, oh, so meticulously stitched
In a labyrinth of falsehoods, the switch is glitched
Spell it out, M-I-S-E-R-Y
His truth a tangled web, but no alibi
Deceit's a language he mastered in stealth, a paragon of poison, rotting himself
Every word drips like a flow, sudden, trapped head
Echoes of chaos in his treacherous gap, a conjurer of chaos, then a scribe of despair
Crafting realities from thin, toxic air, Dionysian fiend-mast and foe of love
Beneath his charm, his sickness is pure
The stench of his soul, decayed and unclean
A parasite feeding on naive dreams unseen
Spell it out, D-S-P-A-I-R
Your leaven is haters' first vest
Every woman he fed asked, from the Asgard to Beniza's Krez
No, they want to rot
His river's like **** Wanshee's
This all's forgiven to my man, Dumb Goat
But fight is to dare
The rats are worth the ground, foe, or worse is
If he winking, girls, I would tip Alex and Claire's on when I was curtsying
Let me whisper a curse, every look a snare
A master of ruin and a tempest in disguise
Casting his shadows over naive skies
In the darkest hour, there, his mask fractures
Revealing a hollow in the rapture of actors
A Faustian pact is sold for deceit
Yet his empire of lies is doomed to defeat
No kingdom is built on the ashes of trust
No victor stands tall when his heart is dust
So spell it out
S-H-O-N-S-U-M-E, King
He devours all life
A harbinger of doom
Let him linger in his own desolate spell
For the wicked are architects of their own hell
Twisted tongue, he's a thief in the night
Stealing trust with a venomous bite
A masquerade of charm, so impeccably spun
But behind the mask, the damage is done
A counterfeit king with a hollow throne
Turning hearts to ruins, he calls his own
His whispers carve wounds you cannot see
A shadow that feeds on fragility
Master manipulator, architect of lies
Building castles on the tears in her eyes
He spells destruction one letter at a time
A maestro of chaos, his only crime
Master manipulator, your game's a charade
But every spell you cast will eventually fade
He's a snake in the grass, with words like chains
Binding souls while disguising the pain
A jester with a crown and act on cue
But his stage is crumbling under the view
Maybe he should go to a master manipulator
Learn to perfect his mask even greater
But no deceit can last in the light of truth
His empire's alive, and the clock strikes proof
Master manipulator, architect of lies
Building castles on the tears in her eyes
He spells destruction one letter at a time
A maestro of chaos, his only crime
Master manipulator, your game's a charade
But every spell you cast will eventually fade