Villainy has many forms, but none as vile as virtue
The deapth of your commpassion is as shallow as your thoughts
As you claim to embrace the angels
Your intention are too dark to speak
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing
You pretend to be part of the flock
And somehow you convince us all
That you are something you're not
Those words and actions tear us all down
And you're not content 'til everyone around
Is with you in that hole you've dug for yourself
Die alone in thathole by yourself
This id where I drew the line
Sever all ties
With no regrets
