the Conqueror
By: trancelady
raking through your leaves of disease
making a game for you, i hope to please
but you continue to throw me away
when i ask for your help, you lead me astray
take your perverted pride in me
can you truly say you see what i see?
still i try to bring you fame
and all you give me is unneeded shame
again i'll try to please you no end
but then again you're no kind of friend
by the end of the day, of working for you
you tell me what you see and it's nothing new
your words pour down and break my soul
my hidden anger seethes, can't you just go?
why do you bring me your lies and pain?
the emotions you show me are filled with disdain
i've made my decision to stay with you no more
and i noticed when i left you just looked like a whore
CONQUERO