Lets not play silly mind games or dominance contests,
Because in that case, I'll win - I have more practice.
Just let me do my thing, step back and watch it burn
Because the innocent are highly simple minded.
It's not a pissing contest, so put your tool away,
I'm not subdued by threats, I've seen it all before,
But in the moonlit moments I stare into the dark
And all I see is home, the demons call me back.
I play mind games that'd make the demons mad,
I fuck the rules and burn the only map,
Unless you're him, I'll stab you in the back,
Because, my dear, there is something I lack.
Lets not play silly mind games or dominance contests,
Because in that case, I'll win - I have more practice.
It's not a pissing contest, and I bow down to none...
So fuck off, dearest one, this is a grown up game,
In which EVERYTHING's at stake, it's all for gamble.
Play with me, and lose it all... and then... and then... don't cry...
Say I don't warn you? Fuck you little one...
This, right here, is my disclaimer:
I'll burn your heart to ashes,
And tear your soul into a million pieces.
I will lie and smile while looking in your eyes,
Because you are not him I will have no shame.
So play with me and lose this,
Get hurt, and cry, and bleed it in my name...
Hell's home sweet home, my dearest one...
Put it on the table. I'll win it all.
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