Ill Designs

Now that you can't come back
 To face your own reflection
 Constructing your collapse
 Designing your destruction
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 With ill designs burned, in your eyes
 Hide in the shadow of your lies
 Antagonize
 Virtue displaced, a pure disgrace
 No dignity, a barren waste
 Still on the take
 Who will you be today?
 Reap the rotten fruits of your labor
 A bitter taste of exile, and failure
 Fatal flaws becoming clearer
 Reptile eyes in the mirror
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 Loss of reality
 Obsessing over control
 And with a crooked mentality
 Watch it all implode, and fall away
 A tragedy
 Your sick intentions on display
 A strategy
 And in the end you can't pretend
 It's not the spoils of your intent
 Malevolence
 Reap the rotten fruits of your labor
 A bitter taste of exile and failure
 Fatal flaws becoming clearer
 Reptile eyes in the mirror
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 Every back you stabbed, and every disrespect
 Turns back on you, cause and effect
 Strings you pulled and decks you stacked
 A falling house of cards, a pathetic wreck
 Reap the rotten fruits, of your labor
 A bitter taste of exile and failure
 Fatal flaws becoming, clearer
 Reptile eyes in the mirror