How marvelous is the stain of betrayal
Excellently groovy living with perverted truth
If not so, how comfortable are we living with them
Telling you to lick your wounds and be happy
The contrary motions as in a musical play
Dethrone the conscience of self good
Climbing higher without a ladder, due to fall
Playing with a poisonous serpent, taking it for granted
I believe the end of this war is yet in sight
And man as usual must find a way to win
Granted, all will be a win-win situation
But never to be, because Armageddon's on my heel
