villainy has many forms, but none so vile as virtue
the depth of your compassion is as shallow as your thoughts
as you claim the embrace of angels
your intentions are too tired to speak
like a wolf in sheeps clothing you pretend to be part of the flock
and somehow you convinced us all that you are something you're not
these words and actions tear us all down
and you're not content 'til everyone around is with you,
in that whole you've dug for yourself
this is where I draw the line
sever all ties
with no regrets