Paper Machete

The route to get you out of there. The kids, the man, the tricks, The breaks. The don't care what you think and it doesn't Matter anyway. Tone of all victims hurt, portrayal just a paper Machete. Ooh. The truth is just a piece of flair. You scoot, you change, you hide, Then you erase. You fake your way from the plans you make To the baggage a mile away. Truth is face to face, you're a coward, A trumped up paper machete. Oh. Now I know you'd use anything and anyone to Make your tears look clean. Sickness, know about being anything. So long, cruelty. So long, duplicity. So long, my wildest Dream. Ooh. Oh. Be the thing you cannot replace. You think lioness sent there to end distress and Feel murdered. Burned your every single relation and in pain you Disappear. You're a, a paper machete. You're a paper Machete