Sycophant

Pity's a dying scene And soon it will mean nothing Blackened Cloak you bear Masks your Cold blank stare But now it becomes so clear That you're without a prayer its you that I despair There's no Where left To run There is no one left to con (you fuck) A killer with a smile, A heart of coal, A man defiled Too bad Gutless chic, Ain't back in style Kiss all that confidence goodbye How does it feel? Sinking one last time And Now All those lies you can't deny How does it feel? Sinking one last time For the last time There will be no forgiveness You'll rot, you sycophant