Lewd little liar.
A pretty little thing.
Prancing around wielding false power.
Incubating torment is all that's in your head.
Thinking behind so you can plot your forward twist.
Knife in the back, again and again.
Always covering to suit yourself.
Abuse your special magic to get the rest to bow.
Nobody would dare think for themselves to catch you in your lies.
Like a queen abusing subjects,
It's all a bit sick.
Your sheep's clothing hides that wolf well.
What about your victims?
Doesn't even matter, does it?
So long as you remain upstanding,
you pretty little thing.
What the fuck is wrong with you?