A Lexicon

now the leeches are in love, and the serenade's begun. maybe you're the lucky one, but you can't trust a simple song. you're no fun. are we speeding to outrun identification? stoop for the honor, this pen's poison. defeated honorees trade self-made mythologies. who are these vampires, these ugly beauties? we are. we are steering by falling stars, swearing upon a lexicon of scars, but sweetest revenge never comes true. why sing it again? try something new. test for fatal deficits. prove to you that you exist. part-time assassin, who's next on this list? we are. we are steering by falling stars, swearing upon a lexicon of scars, but sweetest revenge never comes true. why sing it again? try something new. if this is a curse, it christens you king midas in reverse without retinue, your mercenary faith begging for proof when sweetest revenge never comes true. why sing it again? why sing it again?