You came to see me ready to fight
I'll jump the roof when put against a wall
Run in the sewage of the war
Feeding on emotional chaos
You left me wondering the forest
And still you let me trip over my tongue
Waiting for my conscience to wear out
Still you miss the moon sailing on
You are Othello having false sights
Just like a shadow that walks beside your mind
Bad omens rarely make for good friends
Living in a comfortable prison
I will never injure your heart