Men

They break inside like bruises
Causing stains inside weak hearts
They seem to talk with butterflies beneath their lips
And their words flutter and flutter inside senseless heads

Their moves, they seem so calculating
Masters in the art of deceit
Oh, how they talk with so much ardour
Like selling candies to a starving kid

And they give away fake feelings
Heaven lies inside a sinful kiss
To get what they want
They won't hesitate to practice treachery

To steal and kill
Hurt and infect
That's how it works,
As long as their needs are satisfied

It's all about them, all about them
Pleasure for the sadist
Cruelness for the foolish one

So beautiful for sure
So beautiful they are
Telling hopeful promises
Just to take them back

And they don't feel; they just don't feel
They just don't care about the pain they cause

Black mages in the shadows
The devil in disguise.