Hey you, the one who whines with a silent whisper.
The one who crawls under my skin as it sheds like a snake.
Hey you, the one who lies for fun, just to see me squirm.
Show yourself!
This is me calling you out.
Stop living off me.
You're not a parasite, you're a human being.
You walk with such pride, you think you're so sly.
I can see right through your iron curtain.
You're not all you think you are.
I can see the hidden tears in your eyes,
I can smell the fear off your tounge,
The words you speak are afraid, yet they thrive off the inner rush.
The introverted liar, with the Mitus Touch,
Made of fool's gold.
Your gig is up, it's over now,
No one trusts you, you have no host to cling to,
Nothing for your parasitic lips to consume.
Now is your doom.
Don't apologize.
You're not sorry, you're just sorry you got caught.
I've hacked your game, game over.
You lose.