A soul for a soul.
Ignored for the show,
a part of the whole.
Little did we know…
These theatrics they keep,
for girls like you and me.
Hiding a lie so deep,
to chase away our glee.
A soul is breathing,
ignored for the show.
But they’ll keep lying,
little do they know…
These theatrics they keep,
It’s not aging so well.
A lie they’re hiding so deep…
Now it’s starting to swell!
Behave and be good,
become as you should.
Oh, but how can I?
When I know the lie.
These theatrics they keep,
will be burned down to dust.
I’ll watch them on their knees,
as I bid to my lust.