Scumbag Blues Paroles

You may think me altruistic,
feel my dark hypnosis closing in.
You won't make it out.

Then you grow cold,
cold
as a stare.
As if no,
none,
could compare.
But you don't know,
how close,
to ensnare.
When I control,
you will
despair.

Sycophancy, solipsistic,
Spider plays the fool
To lure the fly. as a stare.
As if no,
none,
could compare.
But you don't know,
how close,
to ensnare.
When I control,
you will
despair