Falacia

From a speech you come
One of ingratitude
Joyful among bonfires
Glamorous in sequins

Your thumb and index
Apex of scissors
Seamstress and queen of harlots

You say
Together we will be happy
Your fallacy convinced me
You distanced me from grace

I no longer know when
What you say is true
And sooner or later
You will consider me dead

Before having lived
I grew twisted
And today when they don't touch me
They invoke a demon

With you I continue to ruin the aid
I am no longer who I should have been

You say
Together we will be happy
Your fallacy convinced me
You distanced me from grace

Let me know when you bury me with your dead
Sooner or later
The dogs will find me
And they will betray you

Huuuu
Huuuu