Deceit, betrayal is only half of what i know
as my hear beats into your soul accusations are all you show me
now i see who you are i was blinded by my pity
but you are what you make of yourself
you haven't made much
so now as i go i will show you the ruthless deviancy you have shown me
you are unworthy of my trust
for you are dead to me
along with the mercy and grace that you once had
for i am no medium i do not talk to the dead
