How can you sit there acting like a victim with someone else's blood on your hands?
Willing to cut anyone's throat so they will meet your demands.
Do your lies soothe like lullabies 'til your wicked heart can sleep?
Or does this wolf hide in the grass counting the sheep?
Someday I know you'll get caught in your own webs, twisted and tangled.
And you're true face will show, mutilated and mangled.