Under Islamic law

You'd have your head and hands cut off

You'd better be turning tail

Cause I can see right through your veil

Your tangled web is just one thread

Illusion of distance by not being true

But if I can get past my limitations as a fly

I could trace it back to you



I heard cowboys always win

I didn't think I'd be the loser

If I always played the Indian



You waited 'til you had three queens

I trusted you when you said it was just a game

playing out perverse fantasies

It was morbid enough and then you kicked away the ladder

I'm two feel tall and you're having fun

Continued driving nails with the wreaths already hung



Unfortunately for me I remember everything

And it's hard to forget long enough to enjoy abusing anything