You scheme so well you might as well get it as a job
The way you run around pouring your tears
Littering the town of the salts you've collected
Saying how a loser you are, fraud.
I was dead guilty, dead wrong
I admit my shit and there is no much explanation for that
I had my reasons, and for me they are damn big
But shit, you had your way in this world.
You had me fooled for the superficial truth
That crazy thing your in just disgusts me
But i dont care, im out of this
Now it's just you, scheme master.
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