What a sad, sad picture to paint
Of a dirty, a dirty little soul
You reek of bad poems and good lies
Blatantly speaking of who is who
My name isn't yours to speak
My story isn't yours to tell
Mind that rathole you call mouth
Mind that rathole you call mouth
I'll do anything for you
I'm a one man cult with a false god
Oh, no
Oh, no
I'll do anything for you
I'm a one man cult with a false god
Oh, no
Oh, no
(I've been told that you're innocent in the most violent ways)
(Well, I am. Am I?)
(So. How's it like to bribe, steal, and cheat from the poor soul?)
(You're a maniac, a killer,
who killed your own soul!
I should be more concerned of my own mental illness)
(Well, stay away then.)
(Always.)
My name isn't yours to speak
My story isn't yours to tell
Mind that rathole you call mouth
These uphill struggles are not yours to claim