Under Islamic law
Youd have your head and hands cut off
Youd better be turning tail
Cause I can see right through your veil
Your tangled web is just one thread
Illusion of distance by not being true
But if I can get past my limitations as a fly
I could trace it back to you

I heard cowboys always win
I didnt think Id be the loser
If I always played the Indian

You waited til you had three queens
I trusted you when you said it was just a game
playing out perverse fantasies
It was morbid enough and then you kicked away the ladder
Im two feel tall and youre having fun
Continued driving nails with the wreaths already hung

Unfortunately for me I remember everything
And its hard to forget long enough to enjoy abusing anything