Mess Hall (The)
My Villain
My villainGrew from a villain seedMy villainYou'll never get the drop on meBut in my heartYou fill a little vacancyYou bearing the knifeWhile I duck I dive and I weaveAnd when I get upYou hand me the missing pieceMy villainYou see the trick hangingFrom my sleeveI call you a phoneyWhile the truth is always staring at meIf I have to harnessA fire so easy to burn You hand me the fuelAnd see which way I turnWhich way I turnWhile you're playing out the fiction in meYou're some kind of chameleon The way you mimic any move I makeSitting there on the sidewhile I'm punching my way above my weightAbove my weightYou keep playing out the fiction in me
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