SycAmour - Magnati

Good evening, Mr. Mattel
We've found this tripe in your house
Where's that place you?
What's that make you?
If you've got "nothing to hide"
We've still got something to find
You can change your mind
But you're on borrowed time

Lives are on the line
The blood's on you and me
Lives are on the line
So I need you to speak up
This is an offer and not an option
Count backward from ten
I might as well O.D. Akin to a fiend
A name I'd confess that would make me a mess, Persephone
Queen of my fire, the underworld's eye and apple of mine

Oh, you thought you saw my soul
Paid for, traded, and sold
I may not be so bold after all

Hang my head above my bedroom window
Lights from the street beckon
Me to love all I despise, why?
My mistress, my heart beats for you
I'm distressed, all I need was you

Give it up

So what does that make me? A rat? A fiend?
A "You-never-knew-the-regret-I-would-be?"
A 1-2-3, switched up loyalty
But in a sea of bleeding, I've got buoyancy

Time's up, You've wasted enough of mine
Now, I'll go back over this, One last time
Martyrs won't keep them alive

We don't take kindly to espionage or treason
Give it up boy. Save yourself from the:
Retribution that descends on the fallen
There's no sense in finding out
What you can do nothing about

Heresy and infestation of these thoughts can break the chains of
Status quo that maintains curtains, wool over the eyes of burdened
Broken people with no future short of cremation and sutures
Cold steel tables ending fables, lies that keep the hope alive

Hang my head above my bedroom window
Lights from the street beckon
Me to love all I despise, why?
My mistress, my heart beats for you
I'm distressed, all I need was you