Turncoat - Matthew Mayfield

Caughtand quickly reprimanded by defaulta bit too heavy handed with her clawsof

all the dreams that torment with the truth I’ve never had a nightmare quite

like you…

Painthe residue of you — it’s left a stainyou hollow-hearted charlatan,

you fake OR snake the song that makes you disappear againI’ll sing it til the

bitter fucking

end

The web that you are weaving — still in vain the ocean of deceit is red with

ragethe towers that we built are up in flames and you’re to blameyou turncoat

Lowmalicious, inconceivable, and cold

you sicken me, you suffocate my soul

how’s that dagger look inside my back

I still can’t find your reason