I see you,
You know,
For what you are
A puppeteer
Pulling strings from afar
Thinking your little tricks
I won’t dare to mention
When all you’re doing
Is drawing my attention
To the fact
That you’re a cunt
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I see you,
You know,
For what you are
A puppeteer
Pulling strings from afar
Thinking your little tricks
I won’t dare to mention
When all you’re doing
Is drawing my attention
To the fact
That you’re a cunt
I
shall
make it
My
life's
work
To
ensure
this
Is
never
repeated
That
never
again
Will
I fall
in love
With
someone so
conceited