Symptoms manifested, you must be tested. Opportunism from a   beast of minimal hate. But I was a devil without a cause and a   killer among thieves. To perpetrate betrayal in progress...Try   to put your money where your mouth is.   Sensitivity replaced....By the mouthwatering taste of   superficial expectations sporadically placed in every single   syllable.   In the presence of a genius, I'm shell-schocked!Designed for   spectators only. Proceed with unholy mire...Stupid and fucking   pointless desire!   Opportunism? Fuck, you must be wasted. We're not supposed to   be the beasts of maximum death and hate! Circles of friends   lie over the fuckin' rainbow. But it makes so much sense to be   dead, and so tasteful sinners blend repent and forgiveness.   Forlorn is the face of deceit that can't prosper in human   form...Because I don't believe in shit! After all, 'tis the   season for treason.