These thoughts are racing
His fingers are tracing
Every last broken line
Disgusting how fates entwine
I will make him realize
He will bleed his own lies
Every time I gave him everything
He’s the rotting chicken in the spring
These thoughts are racing
As he’s disgracing
Every last breath
His own demising theft
He’ll sense there is nothing left
The disrespect
The immoral effect
All boiled into a ghost of the past
I pray ye gods it won’t last
Somehow he’ll seal his demon
Put away his scheming
And awaken just to himself
He will see that there is no one else
That bares the same burden as him
Perhaps he’ll realize on a whim
That it was him