You flatter me with words; praise the ground that I walk on,
Say no-one was Greater than the Wise Akersion
But if I died tonight how many would stand and cry at my Funeral?
Sing my praises then while I’d lay in my casket
Would ur words be as pure as the white silk I’d rest upon?
How many would stand there amongst White Lilies, and pale roses and cry
tears?
Grip rosaries and pray to god "Why"
How many of you could say you knew me, and were honored to be my friend?
How many of you would turn up in black with white roses to lie upon my
chamber?
And pray at my tomb?

I'd Never Believe you if you told me Different
You see your fake words are starting to wear thin,
Your masks are seeing through to me,
The ink you write with has faded and I see what truly lies beneath
I see the lies that are in urn eyes; ur Paper is weak and easily turns to
ashes
I see how the game really works, I Was once a "player" but Now I
am the "master"
I know all there is to know about this Game
The tricks, the strategies
I know exactly how ur mind works, how the cogs turn and ur thought process
You say "nice" things to Gain trust, to gain a place in my heart
You Can’t Kon a Kon Artist.. I've been conned too many times before
At first you succeeded where others have failed
You Koned this Kon Artist
You played me like the game
Played with my emotions and dropped me

you leapt with Joy as you saw me shatter
Laughed as you saw the tears fall from my eyes,
You finally brought down the master of the game
I thought I learned all there was to learn until I met you
Until you broke me
Now you see these Shards that represent me,
Scattered across dusty landscapes, and Bitter ice fields
Still you laugh, feel proud that you’ve won
No one can beat the Game, I am the Game
A Master Player, that’s been weakened by deceit
Growing stronger through plans emanating from the boardroom of generals
Medics could put me back together again,
Rush me to the battlefield hospital to tend to my wounds
Treat me for gunshots and flesh wounds
But I’d never be whole again; there'd still be parts of me amongst the
mud and bullet shells
Ground into the earth where many warriors have fallen before me


I was made off the Glass that was thought to be unbreakable
that couldn’t be shattered, damaged, dented by words
A new breed of Soldier, that couldn’t be harmed by futile weapons
The Shards of my remains will Come back to haunt you
Will appear to you when you fall in the mud
In Ghostly Figures, and Shadows without faces
Plaguing you in your wildest nightmares
Chasing you across wastelands
I’m that Panther
Chasing you through jungle mazes
Howling and Roaring in the night
When you lie awake in your bed
I’m the Reason you’ll scream at night
Why You’ll wish to die

I’m that Glass that will work its way under your skin
That Will irritate you beyond belief
that will make you itch and crawl out of your skin
I’ll make you shiver when you hear the sound of my voice
I’m that voice that will haunt you at night
And drive you crazy
I’m the voice that will laugh when you fall
I’m the poison that will circulate through your system
Pass through your vital organs destroying them from the inside
Till I reach your heart and eat you alive
Consume all your being
Till you become nothing
Till you burn, showered in Napalm
And lay there broken

I’m the master of mind games
You thought you’d played the Game…
But the Game Played You!
 
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