Deceiver
Grotesque in nature
You've found solace twisting a knife in my ribs
Condemned me to a life bereft of hope
To you my life means f*cking nothing
I've become no more than a pawn piece, on your chess board
The scars you've carved into my soul wont falter my step one f*cking inch
The blood you've drawn is a wake up call
I hope you realize your worst enemy
A trail of blood lies in your wake
I've released all of your constraints
I'll show you suffering
Retrace your path
Show you your wicked ways
Take this knife from my back and stick it in your f*cking chest
Thats the least I could do for the pain that you've caused
The tragedy, and all that I have lost
I'll show you suffering