the con-man's song

i'm a con-man of the century
i love to call you bitch
i'll strangle you when you're sleeping
so you'd love me more once you're wide awake

i'm a mistake of no one
a fault that ceases to be
i'll dance till i become a puppet
so you can tangle up all my strings

either we’re all born to be slave
or born to be the king
but i am just a beggar
don’t belong to anyone

can you find a metaphor
of the so called “you and me”
or can you see the suffer
of the people that are rich
but what about the difference
between the poor and the free
maybe you can tell the tale
of the addiction that don’t exist
i just hope that we all fail
to learn what is sympathy

now I’ll try to burn my hair
like the amateur smoker did
i’ll disappear in the morning
a darkness you’ve never seen
i’ll come around in the morning
as a queen you’ve never kissed