he fucked my mind into believing he was mine
dropped me like a fly just to watch me cry
it was brilliant, but because he didn’t know i could kill him
he never thought twice or figured i could switch without a hitch
to tear without words, touch — let his buttons go while holding the remote
i go with the flow, hold endless high notes for the show
the brilliance, my resilience, i loved to kill him
i dimmed the lights, threw down my hood and bathed in the blood
lather, rinse and repeat as i played with his knees
they say i’m crazy, but it’s all in the mind
telekinesis did the crime, i just played my lines
the game was mine, his days were mine
i sucked his soul like you would never know
i blew my cocaine off his neck and splattered the guts from his chest
but i laugh — not because i’m crazy, but because his game was lazy
his chances were days as mine were years
his days were mine, but i guess that’s as clear as the spear he used when i thought he was mine
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