You flourish in your disciples bringing
You pleasure in so many masturbated ways
Until you’ve simply no use for them any more
And then they will remain and suffer in your
Concentrated haze
Devotion you seek from them is the starvation
And abolishment of their little souls
But you escape all responsibility in that
Because of course you were the one (yeah of course)
Who was hurt more
All the ones who dared to cross paths
Seen your rabid dog bait
And it’s funny how it’s always the same
Old familiar story
You no longer hold that power
You’re letting in a man gone sour
It’s too bad you ever let me in
Everyone around you their sick, their
On medication
Or they will finally lose their minds
They will always defend you and justify
Insanity like I did
Because you make them blind
Tell me were you honing in on me or
My protection
Because you considered I’d make a really
Good disciple
You no longer hold that power
You’re renting, how was I for the hour
It’s too bad you’re not who you were back then
Tell me were you honing in on me or
My protection
Because you considered I’d make a really
Good disciple
You no longer hold that power
Took me awhile but I have your number
It’s too bad I gave you myself then
You told them that you’re thinking about
Letting me back in
That I really want you, but you’re not sure yet
Are you insane?
I think you’d better get help
