He placed a kiss to my forehead
Intentions of headboards banging against shallow walls
I guess he was use to making Victoria’s fall
Millennium game shooter shot scorching hot blanks
To a mind that took the red pill
Now I see everything so clear… totally aware
Lacking naive weakness …

Post game…
The Hall of fame
Bloody shame
A damn broken frame
Remained
Shattered and exposed
I suppose the dose of reality foreclosed
On the manipulations you chose…

Trophies begin to evaporate
Allow me to elaborate
You based your life on destroying a woman’s mind state
I was assigned to resign unkind
Mankind…
ANY LAST WORDS?