Triangular instigator

What might you be waiting for

Your whore on the corner,

She isn't there anymore

And all those lies you told

Are finally catching up

Looks like this time,

You're completely out of luck.

Your burgundy dreams are blazing to fire

Now the acid rain is eroding your empire

The beautiful lady that was resting in your bed

Turns out she was just made up in your head.

Your television reflects two worlds in one

You started a dozen fights and finished none

Those whispers you hear in the middle of the night,

Are full of darkness...not of light.

You can't take back what you've become

Only face the things you've done.

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