De Mas

A professional, with skill
He has the formula to succeed
He is judge and executioner
And failure never showed its face in his life
Your specialty is criticizing
Judging angrily always others
And you never do anything to support
Your poor words
You're talking too much, talking too much, talking too much
You live the best, you live the worst
Everything is more extreme if it happened to you
Don't talk nonsense
You always tell stories that nobody experiences
He sleeps with six, faces a million
Only the youngest pay attention
Think before anything
That there are never witnesses to your feats
You live talking too much, talking too much, talking too much
And it always ends up in the same corner
Believing in things he invented himself
I regret that you don't realize how sad your life is
Your specialty is criticizing
Judging angrily always others
And you never do anything to support
Your poor words
I've seen you beg, and I know much more
You sucked up to progress
You live deceiving
You cry in my face and laugh on the side
You're overacting, overacting, overacting
I'll have to face this situation
I feel different when I hear your voice
I am part of my feelings
I'll have to accept it
I hate you too much, I hate you too much, I hate you too much and I hate you too much

I, the evil